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bleach-your-panties · 4 months

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Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Crack/Suggestive🍧🍭

▶️: what you want for christmas - quad city dj's, 69 boyz, & k-nock

“LICK MY BALLS AND I’LL START HOLLIN’ LIKE, LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!”

Nahoya basically screamed out as his brother Souya trailed behind him just looking like he wanted to disappear into thin air.

You walked next to your own twin who had a mischievous grin mirroring Smiley’s on her face.

“Oh no…I’m covering my ears now.” You placed both on either side of your head on top of your pink ear muffs.

“LICK THE BOOTY, YOU’LL HAVE ME SQUALLIN’, LIKE LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!”

Once her mouth closed, you shot her an irritated and embarrassed look.

“You do know that children live in this neighborhood, right?”

She shrugged with her smile never faltering.

“You know what I always say. Fuck them kids.”

Not having the mental capacity to uphold this conversation, you gravitate to Souya’s side.

He looked down at you with his typical angry expression plastered across his face, but his cheeks were tinged the slightest bit pink.

“Can we please pretend that we don't know them? Better yet, let’s drop them off at the homeless shelter around the corner. I'm sure the residents there would enjoy two clowns for entertainment.”

You laughed out loud at his suggestion causing the wrinkles in his forehead to visibly relax.

“That's not a bad idea, actually. Though on the other hand, if they get thrown out we'll have a major complaint from the city to deal with.”

“Yeah, you're probably right about that.” Souya scratched the side of his fluffy blue head.

You and your twin, S/N, had been knowing Nahoya and Souya Kawata for some years now.

After a particularly long, drawn-out meeting of your all-girl biker gang, the two of you decided to grab something to eat one night, thus causing you two to stumble into their restaurant.

Nahoya was quick to engage the both of you in conversation as both brothers worked on preparing your orders.

When they saw your gang jackets, they began telling you stories of their glory days when they were both known as The Twin Devils.

Ever since then, the four of you had been inseparable.

Which is why you're now all out trekking through a light snowfall in your old neighborhood, singing Christmas carols to inspire some holiday joy.

Well, you don't know what Nahoya and S/N are singing…

“If you two are done sharing a brain cell, we can hit up the next street over.” You said with a shake of your head. Long tresses flipped over your shoulders with the movement.

“Don't be a buzzkill, N/N! We’re just having a bit of fun!”

“Yeah, N/N! Listen to your sister!” Nahoya chimed in when no one asked.

“Why should I? I'm the older twin and the captain!” You laughed.

The four of you rounded the corner. Every porch was decorated in multicolored Christmas lights with beautifully ornate wreaths attached to the doors.

You and S/N didn’t bring your bikes since Nahoya insisted on driving you all in his brand new, shiny black Cadillac truck which he'd left parked on this street and dared somebody to touch.

“These Christmas carols are for old people. It’s time to make things a bit more interesting.”

“More interesting than what you two were just doing?” Souya complained with a roll of his eyes.

Smiley just ignored him and, with that signature grin of his, pressed play on the radio in the car:

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

You almost screamed when Nahoya hopped up on the roof of the truck and started dancing, scared that he was going to fall.

I want a lil bit of this and I want a lil bit of that

I want a whole lot of this and I want a whole lot of that!

“Look here Santa Claus, this the deal

On Christmas, you got to keep it real

Imma go to da club on Christmas Eve

And when I come home I wanna see,

Gifts underneath my Christmas tree

With a big booty girl that you left for me

Stockings on my fireplace

Full of that eggnog alizé

And if it ain’t too much to ask

Can you leave me a lil extra cash?

Cause I ain’t gone lie

All these Christmas lights got my light bill high”

You and Souya just looked on in slight astonishment as Nahoya belted out the lyrics like second nature, while also rolling his hips and popping his dick…

S/N started laughing and dancing on the side of the truck.

“I ain’t got no chocolate chips

To go along with no glass of milk

But I got some chips and dip, baby”

Kool-Aid to sip, baby”

He had an arm thrown behind his peach-colored head as he dipped his pelvis back and forth.

“Imma leave the club at a quarter ‘til four

And all I wanna see when I hit the door

These twelve things on my Christmas list

And it goes a lil something like this:”

“Well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em I guess.” You grinned at Souya who blushed again then shrugged.

You started shaking your tambourine and hitting it against your open palm while Souya started beat-boxing into his hands.

“I want a 12-disc changer

11 filly blunts

10 karat gold

9 Sega tapes

8 gold teeth

7 pairs of jeans

6 pack of beer

He paused dramatically,

“5 fresh gold chainnnnnns”

Souya snorted hard into his hands, making you giggle.

“4 thirty smokers

3 pack of draws

2 girlfriends

With a Cadillac to put it all in!”

You turned to Souya with a smile, “Hey player, what you gonna get her for Christmas?”

He immediately responded, “Girl, what you gonna get that boy?”

“OH BABY, BABY!” Nahoya screamed out.

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on now!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Ride out now!)

I want a lil bit of this and I want a lil bit of that

I want a whole lot of this and I want a whole lot of that!

“Say what?!”

S/N jumped in with the next verse:

“Christmas Day, the birth of Christ, no doubt

That’s what it’s all about

Smiley stop the beat for a sec

Show some respect

You all paused before resuming.

“Santa Claus, what’s up with you?”

Tell S/N what you gone do

Cause I want everything I say

When I wake up on Christmas Day

Help me out if you can

Cause I need a real good man

Cute with a whole lot of cash flow

Standing underneath my mistletoe

And it ain’t no ifs, ands, or no buts

Gone and fill my stocking up

With a lot of shoes, a lot of clothes

A lot of cash, a lot of gold

S/N want a lot of stuff

So if you think you got enough

Get ready, cause my Christmas list

Goes a lil something like this:”

“You better be taking notes, Smiley.” You giggled. He just continued grinning while Souya and you squatted down and rode the beat with her.

“I want 12 hundred dollars

11 pairs of shoes

10 fingernails

9 packs of weave

8 male strippers

7 bus passes

6 diamond rings”

She paused just like Smiley had,

“5 months free reeeent!”

The three of you burst out laughing at her.

“4 bangles

3 pocketbooks

2 earrings

And a man with a lot of money!”

“I’m right here, baby!” Smiley threw his arms in the air.

“Oh baby, come on!” You and Souya started bumping elbows and rolling your hips like Smiley was while S/N twerked against the passenger side door.

Some of the houses’ lights flicked on and a few people even came outside to dance with you all.

Ahh, baby baby!

Come on!

Ahh, baby baby!

Come on now!

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

—-

After your little performance, one of the neighbors offered to fix you all a plate of cookies and some hot cocoa since they were so entertained by your display.

Your sister went along with the twins to help them carry the stuff out while you sat down in Smiley’s truck to catch your breath and put your tambourine away. You would need it for church on Sunday.

You knew it had to be getting extremely late now since the houses started to go dark. Nobody wanted a high ass light bill to pay in January.

The driver side door opened and a weight settled into the seat beside you. As you turned your head, the light over your head had already gone dark again, preventing you from seeing who it was.

When you felt a soft brush of curls against your cheek and the deep smell of men’s cologne you certainly knew that it wasn’t your sister.

“Hey, took you long enough. Where’s S/N?”

He just chuckled and palmed your chin, bringing it up so he could breathe his warm breath over your glossy lips.

“Don’t worry, my brother is keeping her occupied.”

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insertdisc5 · 1 year

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Devlog #9: Play and Testing

Hello everyone! Welcome to this month’s devlog!

If you just stumbled upon this, I am Adrienne, also known as insertdisc5! I’m the developer, writer, artist, main programmer, etc of the game. The game being In Stars and Time, which is the next and final game in the START AGAIN series, following START AGAIN: a prologue (available here!). You can find out more about In Stars and Time here!!!

Anyway, this month's devlog is gonna be about playtesting!

LET’S GET TO IT

Playtesting!!! Has finally started!!!

So a few weeks ago, I gave a code to the game to a few dozen friends, and they’re all slowly playing through it and giving me their feedback. Finally, a small sample of people (that are not me or QA) get to play Da Game…

To elaborate a bit more on QA vs Playtesting (at least for this game??? I don’t know if that’s how it is for other games???), my publisher Armor Games has a QA team whose job it is to play through the game and check for bugs! As a QA team member from Armor Games puts it, QA is about

1. Making sure the main path functions correctly (aka no soft/hard locks, no blockers, etc),

2. Attempting to check every interaction in every possible situation, and,

3. Confirming previously known issues that are stated as fixed are actually fixed, and that no new issues resulted from the fix!

What I’ve been doing for the past few months is wait patiently for the team to tell me “Adrienne, this thing happened and we’re not sure if it’s intended or a bug” and I go “it’s a bug” and I fix it and then the game is better. Know that their work is irreplaceable and SORELY needed. Thank you QA team, and thank you to QA teams everywhere.

Playtesting is (again, for this game) me giving the beta to some trusted friends and telling them “what do you think? Is it good? Do you GET IT? Also you’re a Normal Gamer ™ and play like a Normal Gamer ™ and not like me (the dev, I made the game, I know the game so I won’t do anything “”weird””) or the QA team (who are trying to break the game so it can be fixed, so they play in very specific ways) so your experience is valuable please tell me everything you’re thinking plz”.

Having some people playtesting the game is very, very fun. I told them right away “If i had my way i would want to stand behind you really close and look into your brain to hear every single thought you have, but once every so often is fine <3” so I’ve gotten a lot of very excited livetweeting my way, which is. The Best Thing Ever. For me, the most important part of playtesting was figuring out if the story was good! Beyond “does the story make sense?”, I asked a few times “so, what are your theories Right Now”, to see if my crumbs of foreshadowing were leading them where I wanted to, or if it led them in completely the wrong direction (which is also fun teehee). Also yes I did get a lot of screaming already. Love it when my friends yell at me that the story made them feel something <3

Having Normal Gamers ™ play the game means I also got some valuable feedback on some other important stuff, like: Does the game feel good to play? Are the battles too easy, too hard? Is there anything I can do to make the game better? Do you get what’s going on, or are you completely lost as to what you should do next? Thanks to them, I figured out where the game needed more explanations or tutorials, so hopefully this should make for a smoother experience!

Having a bunch of different eyes on the game was also VERY useful for typos and various writing mistakes. Did you know “discretely” and “discreetly” are two different words??? I learned that this week!!! Wow!!! And also did you know that I am bad at remembering the difference between East and West? I messed it up three times in the script!!! Oops!!! I’m bad at directions!!!

Of course, with feedback comes not-positive feedback as well! I did get some feedback on a potentially upsetting scene- I didn’t warn for it enough, and a friend thought it was too sudden and shocking, and would’ve appreciated some warning. I left the scene in, but I made sure to warn for its contents before it happens, so players can avoid it entirely if they’d rather not see it! In Stars and Time deals with some heavy subjects, but I want to make sure players can skip some of it if they know it would upset them. As a note, we don’t have the content warnings written down yet, but we definitely will before the game comes out! They’ll be pretty similar to START AGAIN: a prologue’s.

Overall, I’m very glad I got over my apprehension and showed the game off a bit. I’m getting some extremely valuable feedback (negative AND positive!) that I wouldn’t have gotten elsewhere. Anyway, this just turned into a “hey if you’re making a game you should have people play it BEFORE it comes out. I know it’s scary. I know you’re afraid of showing people something you made. I know you’re afraid of The Feedback. But also it’s better to have The Feedback now from people you love and trust, rather than all at once from strangers. Please make people playtest your game” manifesto for small indie devs. This is also addressed to past me. I didn’t ask enough people to playtest my previous game before it came out and I missed some obvious bugs. PLEASE ASK YOUR FRIENDS TO PLAY YOUR GAME THEY’RE YOUR FRIENDS AND WANT TO PLAY YOUR FUN GAME

(In other non-playtesting news, I had an interview with Pocket Tactics if you wanna read it! It's good!!!)

That’s all I have to say for today! Let me know if you have any questions, or if there’s any aspect of the game development struggle you’d like me to talk about! See you next time!!!

AND DON’T FORGET TO WISHLIST THE GAME ON STEAM ALSO IT REALLY HELPS BECAUSE STEAM’S ALGORITHM IS MORE LIKELY TO SHOW OFF GAMES WITH A HIGH AMOUNT OF WISHLISTS THAT’S THE REASON WHY GAME DEVS ALWAYS ASK TO WISHLIST!!! OKAY BYE!!!!

#devlog #in stars and time #start again start again start again #'wow its playtesting time which means the game will be out any second now huh?!?' hahahahahahahahaha! no.#still many things to do still lmao... thank you for your patience!!!!

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tamberlanecomic · 10 months

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July Newsletter

Hey everyone! Here are some general updates for everything that’s been going on and what you can expect for this month and throughout the summer.

Health Update

As some of you may remember, right after the Kickstarter closed I was knocked out by a one-two punch of a fibro flare and Covid. While I’ve been put through the wringer, I’m FINALLY feeling like I’m crawling back out from under this extended period of sickness.

I’m still dealing with some pain and fatigue due to my fibro flare-up, but it’s more or less back to the “normal” levels of what I’m used to, so overall I’m doing pretty good. I took some extra time to recuperate from Covid in the hopes of avoiding any long Covid effects, and while I am still taking it easy, I take a lot of joy in drawing and being forced to not indulge in any of my creative pursuits have made me all the more eager to get back into the swing of things. So, I’m still being careful, but I’m also easing back into work.

I got so many amazing comments from patrons, readers, and Kickstarter backers all encouraging me to take as long as I needed to get better, and I can’t thank you enough for the kind words and well wishes! It was measurably easier to take some time off to rest knowing I had so many people cheering me on and encouraging me to do so, so thank you so much for taking the time to say something and for sending me words of support. <3 You da best!

Comic Updates

We’re moving right along, with 12 pages currently in the pipeline at various production stages. In fact, I’ve just put three new finished pages into the buffer for $10+ patrons today! Our priority right now is to get a healthy buffer so that I can have ample time and space to catch up on other work without impending deadline pressures.

Patreon Rewards

Next, I plan to knock out a good chunk of Patreon commissions for my $50+ folks. I’ve already been doing that here and there, but I want to make sure that the oldest ones are finished first.

Likewise, due to the chaos of a sudden move and a lot of life changes, Ari didn’t send the May postcards out until today, so I apologize for the delays there – we’re getting back on track! June’s postcards have already been sent.

Speaking of, I’ve included some of the patron reward art I just finished last week!

Kickstarter News

We still need to finish the internal book edits, draw up the Q&As, format the information in the book, and finish formatting annotations. These are all things I had intended to get done both during and after the campaign but I was simply unable to keep up with it due to health reasons. Curse you, chronic illness!

I am also going to explore another option for getting the softcovers printed locally, which is something I will only go with if the quality is up to my standards. But we're less than $5k away from being able to reprint Chapters 1-3 so if we're able to get a cheaper local deal with a good printer, I'm willing to explore the option!

By the way, we are now officially sold out of Chapters 1 and 2 books, but you can help us reprint them by preordering them and other stuff through our Backerkit shop!

Preorder Here

We’ll be streaming edits in the Foxglove discord server, so be sure to keep an eye out on there!

New Pride Merch

For Pride month I launched two new apparel designs as part of our Pride collection! Choose from Agender or Non-Binary Ainsley or Biromantic or Transgender Marie on comfy shirts available in a wide range of colors and sizes.

This collection also features downloadable Tales from Treehollow comics dealing with LGBTQIA+ themes. Come check it out!

Shop Now

Artfight

I’ve never done Artfight before, but I’m gonna try this year! It’ll be fun to have little warmup drawings I can squeeze in here and there between larger projects.

If you’ve never heard of Artfight, it’s an annual art trading game where you “attack” by drawing other people’s characters. It seems really fun! If you’re participating and want to add me, here’s my profile:

https://artfight.net/~Cvilbrandt

Thanks all for reading! May this month be ever better!

#newsletter #art #comics #webcomic #cute #animals #adorable #furry art #furry community #digital art #indie comic #TamberlaneComic

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jujumin-translates · 1 year

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Event | the Rad Red | Chapter 8

*Clapping*

Rento: Banger job!

Banri: That was a nice finishing touch.

Juza: This should be no problem for the real thing.

Azami: Yeah.

Taichi: Even though our rehearsals are good, I’m sure I’m still gonna be nervous once the audience gets here…

*Door opens*

Director: Pardon us.

Omi: Good work.

Sakyo: Already done with rehearsals?

Rento: You’re a second too late. You’ll have to wait until the show to hear the performance.

Director: Tsuzuru-kun said he wanted to use the performance as reference for the script, so he’ll be here for the show.

Rento: RadRe is some top-tier stuff, so I’m sure he’ll be able to use it for all it’s worth.

Juza: RadRe stands for…Rad Red, right?

Director: Taichi-kun, you’re the one who decided on the name for the band. Is there a reason for it?

Taichi: I took “Rad Red” from “Radical Red” which means like, “intense red”!

Taichi: I originally got the idea from my trademark red hair.

Taichi: I’ve been thinking about for a while now how long I can keep this red hair, and how if I stop having my red hair, I’ll give up something that’s important to me and become an adult…

Taichi: I kept thinking about it, and I realized that I have no clue what the future holds, but I know I don’t want to let go of my red, which is what’s important to me no~w.

Taichi: I’ve come to believe that I’m gonna wanna keep dying my hair bright red, no matter how old I get.

Taichi: I also thought that maybe it’s possible to become an adult by letting go of something, but…

Taichi: Since we’ve met, all of the older members have always been proud to say, “I don’t want to lose on stage”.

Taichi: That’s why I’m also holding onto my favorite color that I found during my teenage years within some da~rk memories!

Director: Not wanting to change the parts of you that are important to you… The lyrics and the band’s name are filled with that wish.

Omi: It’s a great name.

Taichi: Ehehe, I know I put a lot of my personal feelings into this, but…

Juza: It’s your song, Taichi, so you were free to put whatever you wanted into it.

Omi: I’m glad you were able to put that into words into something that can be left behind.

Azami: That reminds me, the other day Taichi-san said that the person he associates with being an adult the most is Shitty Sakyo…

Azami: And to think he’s the one who’s still dyeing his hair blond at this age.

Sakyo: Hah?

Taichi: Ahaha! So how long are you going to be keeping your hair blond, Sakyo-nii?

Sakyo: Haah… Fine, I’ll be a blond, old man until the day I die.

Taichi: Yeah! Then I’ll have my red hair even when I’m an old man too!

Taichi: I knew you were always the “adult” I wanted to be, Sakyo-nii!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakyo: …Almost time.

Director: Tsuzuru-kun isn’t here yet, so I hope he’s okay…

Audience Member A: I wonder if Banri-kun and the others will be doing more music-related stuff in the future.

Audience Member B: Seems like it’s only a one-time thing.

Audience Member A: Maybe it’s advertising for the next play~.

Omi: Looks like some Autumn Troupe fans came here too.

Director: Hopefully this will put Taichi-kun at ease more.

*Door opens*

Tsuzuru: Just in time!

Manager: Barely made it~!

Director: Ah, I’m glad you did!

Tsuzuru: Haah, haah… The train… Was a little late and I was wondering if we’d even make it in time…

Omi: Are you okay? Do you need to get a drink?

Tsuzuru: Ah, I got a drink ticket but… How do I use it?

Manager: This kinda system takes some getting used to~.

Director: --Ah, here they come.

Taichi: Hya! Now I’m nervous because there’s so many audience members!

Omi: He seems surprisingly relaxed.

Banri: Taichi, thought you were gonna introduce us.

Taichi: Ah! We’re the Rad Red!

Taichi: Usually, we’re theater actors, so we’ll be playing one song as the opening act and then getting off stage right after, but…

Taichi: We’ve been practicing this song with all our hearts and souls so, please enjoy!

Azami: Hope you enjoy it.

Juza: Yea.

Taichi: The song is an original composition, composed by Ban-chan, who’s standing next to me, arranged by the manager of our theater troupe, and with lyrics written by me for the first time in my life.

Taichi: The reason I wrote this song was to leave something big behind in my last year of being a teenager…

Taichi: I wrote this song in the hopes that when I listen to it as an adult, I’ll be able to vividly remember who I am now.

Taichi: I looked back on my teenage years, when I went through a lot of tough times, did a lot of things I shouldn’t have, and lost myself in tons of different ways to be able to write the lyrics.

Taichi: But even so, I put all my thoughts about the incredible bond with my friends and my identity into this so I don’t lose sight of them anymore!

Taichi: I wanna sing with Ban-chan, who is next to me right now. He’s one of my greatest supporters and my friend and also both the leader and rival of Autumn Troupe.

Taichi: So listen up! This is “Dawn of the Red”...!

*Dawn of the Red stars playing*

Director: !!

Director: (Wow, the sound is resonating through my whole body. I didn’t know live house music could sound like this.)

Director: (It’s like the power of a storm hitting a punching bag… This is what Autumn Troupe is all about…!)

Sakyo: It ain’t a bad song.

Omi: …I agree.

Tsuzuru: …

Manager: Yeah!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Applause*

Taichi --.

Taichi: Thank you so much!

Taichi: We’re also performing during our play on Veludo Way, so definitely come to see it!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Door opens*

Taichi: We’re back~!

Banri: ‘Sup.

Director: Welcome back. Did you have fun with the opening?

Taichi: It was super fun! Everyone loved the song!

Banri: There were people from the music industry and whatnot, and it was interesting to hear what they had to say.

Juza: The atmosphere was a lil’ different from the usual company-related openings.

Azami: Yeah, didn’t seem like it was ending anytime soon, so we just decided to head back.

Director: Good job, everyone.

Tsuzuru: Taichi, can I talk to you for a sec?

Taichi: ?

Tsuzuru: When I was watching you perform today, I got an idea for the Autumn Troupe script.

Tsuzuru: I wanna write a story about a band called “Rad Red” with that song at the end of it.

Taichi: Eh!?

Tsuzuru: I don’t want it to be just a success story, I want it to be a bitter coming-of-age story like what I felt from the song today.

Taichi: Uwaah, really!? That’s crazy that a script can be written from just a song…!

Tsuzuru: If you have any other requests, lemme know.

Taichi: Any other…? Hmm, well…

Taichi: I want the main character to be a guy who yearns for an intense red, but thinks it doesn’t suit him.

Taichi: I want it to be a story where he can finally sing that song with confidence at the end.

Tsuzuru: …Got it.

Tsuzuru: I feel like I’ve got the whole plot of the story figured out all at once. I’ll definitely make sure the story will be an important one for you, Taichi.

Taichi: Thank you so much!

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#a3!#a3! translation #taichi nanao #banri settsu #juza hyodo #azami izumida #sakyo furuichi #omi fushimi #rento kinozaki #isuke matsukawa #tsuzuru minagi

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keanureevesisbae · 1 year

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↳ ❝ [a love story - 9.] ¡!❞

Hank Voight x Kazuha Takahashi (asian ofc)

Summary: A brunch at Wendy's work, turns into an undercover mission.

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1k

Masterlist // One Chicago Masterlist // a love story masterlist

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

‘Hello hello, your favorite barista is here,’ I announce myself as I make my way into the bullpen of the Intelligence Unit.

‘Chai Latte,’ Hailey sighs, ‘I need it.’

Seeing the severity of her much needed caffeine boost, I quickly give her the chai latte, before I hand the rest their drinks.

‘Girl, you look good,’ Kim says and I make a pirouette, before I make my way to Hank. ‘What’s the occasion?’

‘I am going to a brunch. My friend Wendy works for a local law firm and they are hosting a brunch. She invited me.’ I pass the murder board and say: ‘And I think that guy is gonna be there too.’

Jay nearly chokes in his coffee. ‘Our John Doe?’

I nod. ‘That’s Todd Cooper. I don’t know exactly what he does there, but he’s there all the time.’

‘We ran him through facial rec and had no matches and you walk in and just recognize him?’ Adam asks and I feel like it would be stupid to actually say ‘Duh’, so I keep my mouth shut and simply nod.

‘Can you get us in?’ Jay asks.

I shrug. ‘I guess so. I can call Wendy, say I’m bringing someone.’

‘Do you know Todd Cooper?’ Kevin asks me.

I nod. ‘Yeah, he always asks me out when he visits the cafe. He really doesn’t take no for an answer.’

That piques everyone’s attention.

Hank clears his throat and says: ‘I’m coming with you. We’re gonna wear a wire.’

‘Both of us?’ I ask, following him suit as he and Hailey make their way down the hall.

And all I receive is a nod.

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

I told Wendy about the fact Hank is joining me and she was very supportive of it. I told her I would explain all the details later to her—preferably with Josie nearby, because I don’t want to tell this story twice—but for now, Wendy was satisfied with just the prospect of Hank joining us.

Wendy and I both have something to drink in our hands and I say: ‘I wonder when Hank’s gonna show.’

I know when he’s gonna show. When Todd Cooper shows up and talks to us, Hank will be here too. I don’t know everything of how it’s gonna go, so we’ll just wait and see.

‘Me too,’ Wendy says. ‘I can’t believe you and da—’

‘Please don’t call him that,’ I say, instantly reminded of my wire. ‘Really, it’s bad enough Josie does that at work, like seven times a day. Please. I need a nickname free brunch.’

She chuckles. ‘Okay, I get it. Oh look, there’s Todd.’

Great, I truly am a Todd Cooper magnet, because he is quick to join us.

‘Ladies,’ he says with a charming smile. Despite me not really liking him, I can’t deny the fact he is an attractive man. However, with what I saw on the murder board back at the bullpen, I realize he might have a whole lot of messed up hiding behind that attractive exterior. ‘Kazuha, how are you? You look amazing.’

‘Oh, thanks,’ I say, wondering what is happening on the receiving end of the wire.

‘So, you brought a date?’

He did not wait long with hat question.

‘I actually did,’ I say. ‘My boyfriend… He’ll be here soon.’ That was really weird to say.

‘You’ve got a boyfriend?’ Todd asks and he is visibly confused. ‘Since when?’

‘As of late.’

I’m really not selling this.

Todd is not quite believing it either, I can see it on his face. However, this so called undercover mission was pretty last minute and me and Hank haven’t really discussed our real relationship.

Right when I feel this need to elaborate on the matter, I feel two hands on my hips and a soft kiss on my cheek. ‘Hi honey,’ Hank says.

This is the first time something that resembled a kiss is shared between us. Before I completely freeze and screw up, I clear my throat and smile, all while my heart is beating overtime. ‘Hi, you made it.’

‘Yeah, I’m sorry I’m late.’ He stands next to me, his left hand still placed in the dip of my waist, while he politely holds out his other hand. ‘Hi, you must be Wendy.’

‘And you must be Hank,’ she says with a smile, shaking his hand. ‘Wonderful to finally meet you.’

‘And this is Todd,’ I say. ‘He’s a colleague of Wendy.’

Todd pulls himself together rather quickly, because he politely holds out his hand. ‘Todd Cooper.’

‘Hank Voight.’

It’s like Todd recognizes the name instantly. The color is drained from his face.

Wendy and I look at each other for just a second, before she says she has to talk to her boss about one thing, which leaves just the three of us. It’s not long before Todd scoots out and I turn to Hank. ‘Now what?’

‘We’ll give it three minutes,’ he says. He leans to my ear and whispers: ‘You look beautiful.’

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

A lot happened and let’s just say it this way: the brunch was brutally ended. We’re all escorted out of the building and standing behind the yellow tape, while the police is securing the scene. I got rid of my wire, before I join Wendy, who’s still waiting for me.

‘So, that was the reason you wanted to invite someone,’ she says.

‘Sorry,’ I say.

‘No, don’t apologize. I can totally understand. Just know that you’re going to buy me drinks and dinner, when we’re meeting with Josie.’

‘I can totally do that.’ I see Hank walking outside and I say: ‘I’ve got to talk to Hank.’

’Of course. I’m going to console my boss, who is devastated her brunch got so disrupted.’ She gives me a tight hug, before I walk towards the tape.

‘So,’ I say to Hank, the yellow tape dividing us. ‘I think it’s safe to say you made an arrest.’

He nods.

‘Well, I’ll leave you to it then.’ I want to walk away, however, I don’t. ‘I called you my boyfriend today. It was nice saying that.’

He nods. ‘It sure was.’ He takes my hand and presses a kiss on my knuckles. ‘It was nice working with you, Kazuha.’ He clears his throat and adds: ‘Honey.’

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

Chicago PD taglist (I operate one chicago pd taglist, so one list for all one shots and multichaptered stories): @acdassenza // @wanniiieeee // @one-sweet-gubler // @sofiebstar // @diegos-butt //

#chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #hank voight #hank voight x ofc #hank voight x asian ofc #hank voight x kazuha takahashi #hank voight fanfiction #asian ofc #kazuha takahashi #a love story

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cookie-run-kingdom-story · 2 years

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The Best Spring Picnic Ever!

Cherry Blossom Cookie: My oh my, look at this gorgeous weather! The flowers abloom, and I’ve just made myself a perfect cup of tea! What a splendid day for a picnic! Cherry Cookie: Hey! HEY! You know what will make it better, sis?! CHERRY BOMBS! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Now now, hold on. Look at that tree! Doesn’t it look just like a vibrant explosion of flowers? Cherry Cookie: Explosion… Huh! So I guess I should wait for my turn? Cherry Blossom Cookie: Naturally, my dear! Now sit down with me and marvel at this magnificent sight! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Look, I’ve even fixed your favorite sandwiches for you! Finish your snack and then we’ll decide what to do next! Cherry Cookie: Okay, sis! I’m gonna eat a lot, and THEN blow everything up! Bam! BOOM!

Cherry Cookie: I had my tea AND I “marveled” at the pretty trees. Time to go blow things up! Cherry Bomb Explosions: BAM! BOOM! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Oh Cherry Cookie, your fireworks never cease to amaze me! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Your cherry bombs cause a whole rain of flower petals! Oh, look! One of them landed right into my teacup! Cherry Cookie: Hmmm… Cherry Blossom Cookie: Something bothering you, dear? Cherry Cookie: It feels… lacking. I thought there would be more petals flying! Gotta make a bigger explosion! Cherry Blossom Cookie: But the fireworks were absolutely marvelous! And those flower petals! Perfection! I wish the others could see them too. Cherry Cookie: No, no! Not now! Not yet! They need to see more… BOOM! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Hmm… What to do… Ah, of course! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Why don’t I go gather the others while you work on your fireworks? I’d like everyone to see the most spectacular firework show ever! Cherry Cookie: The most spectacular show…? OOOOH, YES! I’m gonna need more cherry bombs! A WHOLE BUNCH OF ‘EM! Cherry Cookie: OOOOH YES! All the explosions and cherry blossoms! It’s gonna be AMAZING! Cherry Cookie: Hurry up, sis! OKAY? ‘cause… I might not be able to wait! He he! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Naturally, my dear! Now, you must also promise me that you won’t wander off anywhere too dangerous, okay?

Cherry Bomb Explosions: BAM! BOOM! Cherry Cookie: Flower trees here! Flower trees there! All… BLOWN UP! BOOM! BOOM! Cake Hound: Grr… Cherry Cookie: Huh? Are you having a picnic? Cake Hound: Arf! Arf! Cherry Cookie: Wa ha ha! Alright! Let’s ALL have fun!

Werewolf Cookie: I hear… explosions in the woods. Is everything… alright? Cherry Blossom Cookie: La-da-di-da! Oh, I feel wonderful! Werewolf Cookie: …! Werewolf Cookie: The sound of explosions originated from about… here. Wait, what is that Cookie doing…? Having a picnic? Werewolf Cookie: This place isn’t safe… But I… Cherry Blossom Cookie: Hmm? Oh, looks like we have a visitor! Hi there! Your fluffy ears are sticking out, love! Won’t you come out and say hi? Werewolf Cookie: …! Cherry Blossom Cookie: And who might you be? You sure look like a big, bad, and cute wolf! Werewolf Cookie: Ugh… Don’t come any closer! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Ah, don’t be shy, dear! I was hoping other Cookies would come and join my little picnic! Werewolf Cookie: No, that’s not… I can’t go around joining someone’s picnics…! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Nonsense! Picnics are for everyone! All you need is a great place and a pretty picnic mat! Werewolf Cookie: …Wait, don’t come near! Cherry Blossom Cookie: It’s alright, just give me your hand! Hand! Werewolf Cookie: … Werewolf Cookie: (Agh…! A mindless mistake…!) Cherry Blossom Cookie: Aren’t you a good wolfie! Yes you are! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Now, let’s hit the shops first! We’re going to have LOTS of guests, we need lots to prepare!

Cherry Blossom Cookie: Oh, these look simply delightful! These will go perfect with tea, don’t you think? Werewolf Cookie: (Gah… Too many… Cookies…!) Custard Cookie III: W-whoa! Is that a wolf? A WOLF?! Werewolf Cookie: (…I should go back before it��s not too late-) Cherry Blossom Cookie: Oh, have you forgotten your managers, darling? I’ll have you know that he’s a very respectable and kind wolf! Cherry Blossom Cookie: And if you look closer, you can see that he has a crispy, crunchy hand, just like the rest of us! He’s just a tad too spicy, that’s it! Custard Cookie III: You’re right! How rude of me! He just resembles a wolf, but he’s definitely a Cookie! Okay! Got it! Royal apologies, ha ha ha! Custard Cookie III: I can’t believe I almost didn’t recognize one of my loyal subjects! Not very kingly of myself! Custard Cookie III: Hmm? Do you hear that? Music from the Streets: …Life is more than toppings… frosting… Custard Cookie III: It’s Parfait Cookie! Cherry Blossom Cookie: What do you know? The streets filled with flowers AND good music? Can my picnic get any better than that?! Custard Cookie III: Picnic? Excuse me, did you just say “picnic?” Well then, your king shall join you! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Oh my, I’m going to need a bigger picnic mat! But first, let’s enjoy Parfait Cookie’s song!

Parfait Cookie: …Paru-paru! And that’s it from me! Thanks y’all for hearing me out today! Parfait Cookie: Time to say goodbye! See y’all next time! And remember: Parfait Power! ⭐ Cherry Blossom Cookie: Looks like the performance is over! If we’re gonna ask Parfait Cookie to join our picnic, now is our chance! Rye Cookie: Well, well, well! Goin’ somewhere? Custard Cookie III: Hmpf! We were first in the line! Werewolf Cookie: …No, wait! This Cookie… feels dangerous. Rye Cookie: Well ya can’t just leave me hangin’ like that! C’mon, give us one more of your songs! Parfait Cookie: Oh, h-hello! Thank you for liking my songs! But I’m afraid that’s all I have for today… Custard Cookie III: Yeah! ALSO! Parfait Cookie has to come to our picnic! King’s decree! Parfait Cookie: Huh?! I do?! Rye Cookie: Hmm? You kiddos have a problem with me or somethin’? Custard Cookie III: K-k-k-k-kiddo?! I am Custard Cookie, and, mind you, the THIRD! Rye Cookie: Big time proud of your name, aren’t ya? Got any bounty on that name of yours? Custard Cookie III: What? Bounty? Those are for the bad Cookies! I’m not a bad Cookie! Rye Cookie: That wolf fellow over there looks like he could be up to no good. Know anythin’ ‘bout that? Custard Cookie III: This noble Mister Wolf is my loyal subject! And he’s not a bad Cookie! Right!? Werewolf Cookie: Argh… Do not provoke me…! Parfait Cookie: (What in the world is going on?! Should I be running away? W-what am I getting myself into?!) Cherry Blossom Cookie: Everyone, please calm down! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Why don’t we invite Rye Cookie AND Parfait Cookie to our picnic? Cherry Blossom Cookie: You’re going to enjoy it like nothing before! Parfait Cookie: Oh, a picnic! R-right! Yes, sure! I’m always open to new places for singing! Rye Cookie: Fine by me! Make sure you prepare some rye juice! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Yay! Then it’s settled! Let’s go!

Cherry Bomb Explosions: BAM! BOOM! Cherry Cookie: Tee hee hee! Isn’t this fun? More the merrier! Wa ha ha! Excited Cake Hound: Woof! Woof! Cherry Cookie: He he! Let’s keep going! BOOM! BOOM! Let’s find an open place where the flowers are in full bloom! Suspicious Noise: *rustle* Excited Cake Hound: !!! *…Sniff sniff* Cherry Cookie: WA HA HA! BOOM! BAM! KABOOOOOM! Cherry Bomb Explosions: BAM! BOOM! Suspicious Noise: *rustle…rustle* Excited Cake Hound: Arf! Arf! Arf! Cherry Cookie: HUH?! What was that?! Tee hee! Show yourself! Cookie from Bushes: I suggest you put that dangerous bomb down at once! Cherry Cookie: Oh? A Cookie! Wait a second… Have you been following me?! WEIRDO ALERT! Raspberry Cookie: I simply heard a strange sound and tracked down its source. And here you are, throwing cherry bombs into the sky. Raspberry Cookie: Don’t you think you’re the “weirdo” in this case? Cherry Cookie: If you put it that way… TEE HEE! But just look at this! Here we go! Cherry Bomb Explosions: BAM! BOOM! Cherry Cookie: Look! BOOM! The sky is filled with sparks and petals! AIN’T IT COOL?! Raspberry Cookie: “Cool?” Is that the only reason behind this cherry bomb commotion? Cherry Cookie: Yeah! YES! I must find out the perfect combination for the most spectacular fireworks show! It’s for a picnic! Tee hee hee! Raspberry Cookie: A picnic…? Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t picnics where you have tea and desserts? Cherry Cookie: Yeah! Tea, desserts, and CHERRY BOMB EXPLOSIONS! Raspberry Cookie: I see. The picnic culture of this kingdom is rather… peculiar. May I accompany you to this picnic of yours? Raspberry Cookie: I’d like to have a… firsthand experience. Cherry Cookie: Sure! But you have to help me! That’s right! Raspberry Cookie: Ha ha. Alright! What can I do for you? Cherry Cookie: Here’s a cherry bomb! THROW IT… somewhere? Anywhere! Raspberry Cookie: What?

Cherry Bomb Explosions: BAM! BOOM! Raspberry Cookie: You know what… I think I’m getting the hang of it. Hiyah! Louder Cherry Bomb Explosions: BA-BAM! BOOM! Cherry Cookie: YEEES! Wa ha ha! Higher! MORE FIRE POWER! Something Charging: *rumble* Excited Cake Hound: *Whimper… whimper* Raspberry Cookie: Hmm? Wait. I think there’s something up ahead. Cherry Cookie: Another Cookie? Raspberry Cookie: I can’t tell you for sure. But we are in the woods: who knows what of* creatures might be roaming around…

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Raspberry Cookie: Your Cake Hounds are acting strangely. Everyone, prepare yourselves! Beet Cookie: You there! Get outta my way! Cherry Cookie: HUH? It’s another Cookie! Raspberry Cookie: Wait, something’s chasing that Cookie…!

Choco Roll Hog: RAAARGH! Cherry Cookie: A wild boar! Raspberry Cookie: We can’t outrun it! Draw you swords! ENGARDE!

*actual text

Raspberry Cookie: This is the end for you! Hyah! Collision: *swish* BOOM! BAM! Beet Cookie: Phew! Thanks! I was just looking for some food… Didn’t expect to become someone’s dinner myself! Beet Cookie: Boards usually don’t appear this deep into the forest. All this commotion must’ve agitated them! Raspberry Cookie: Of course, you’re right! How could I not think of the wildlife? Cherry Cookie, I think it’s best if we change location… Cherry Cookie: THAT’S IT…! The best fireworks ever! Cherry Cookie: I’m gonna go BOOM! Meanwhile you will shoot and slash the flowers! …It’s gonna be SO PRETT-AY! Cherry Cookie: C’mon keep ’em coming! More fireworks! …Or should I say “flowerworks!” TEE HEE HEE! Raspberry Cookie: You’re one unstoppable Cookie, aren’t you? Beet Cookie: I’m tired from all that running. I’m just too hungry… Cherry Cookie: Don’t worry! Cherry Blossom Cookie has a bunch of stuff to eat in her picnic basket! Beet Cookie: really? Okay then! As long as I can get food… Raspberry Cookie: Where is this Cherry Blossom Cookie now? Cherry Cookie: First, we have to find a place with LOOOTS of flower trees! Cherry Cookie: If we wait there, she’ll come find us!

Werewolf Cookie: (I should just run away…) Werewolf Cookie: (But if the monster inside me wakes up… What should I do then…?) Rye Cookie: So when are you gonna start this picnic of yours? The sun’s gettin’ pretty low. Cherry Blossom Cookie: But Cherry Cookie isn’t here yet! Parfait Cookie: Erm, do you think something happened to her?! Custard Cookie III: Maybe she got lost! Rye Cookie: You’d be grateful if she’s just lost. These dark woods smell like danger. Rye Cookie: that’s the way the Cookie crumbles, if you get my meanin’! Werewolf Cookie: …! Cherry Blossom Cookie: We must find Cherry Cookie and fast! Cherry Blossom Cookie: When Cherry Cookie sets her mind on something… Nothing can stop her! She must’ve found the perfect picnic site!

Werewolf Cookie: Hmm… Cherry Blossom Cookie: Oh, the sun has finally set! Custard Cookie III: Uhhh… It’s too dark, I can’t see anything! Parfait Cookie: Let’s all hold hands, so we don’t get lost! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Hand please! Hand! Werewolf Cookie: … Rye Cookie: Hmm, at this rate, I don’t reckon we can find a “great” place, let alone a Cookie! Parfait Cookie: There must be a way…! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Actually… Sweetie, are you good at tracking by any chance? You know, scents and all? Cherry Blossom Cookie: A wolfie like yourself must have an amazing sense of smell! Werewolf Cookie: …I can try. Cherry Blossom Cookie: Great! Here’s a cherry bomb Cherry Cookie left! Maybe you can track her down with this? Rye Cookie: Now that’s actually a pretty good idea! Let’s get to work, wolfie boy! Time is money! Werewolf Cookie: …! !…! Custard Cookie III: He’s not a wolf! He’s a COOKIE who looks like a wolf! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Yes, and a lovely Cookie who wants to enjoy a nice picnic! Parfait Cookie: AND a Cookie who can appreciate good music! I know you enjoyed my music! I saw your ears moving to my song! Rye Cookie: Y’ heard that? So, wolfie boy, what’s it gonna be? Werewolf Cookie: I… I… Werewolf Cookie: …Alright. Werewolf Cookie: …Hand me that cherry bomb. I’ll try… to do my best.

Rye Cookie: Hey, wolfie! Found anythin’ yet? Werewolf Cookie: …The cherry scent gets stronger here. Custard Cookie III: Huh? Wait, is that…? Cherry Cookie: Cherry Blossom Cookieee! SIS! You really did bring a lot of new friends! TEE HEE! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Cherry Coooookie! And I see that you’ve found new friends too! Cherry Cookie: So, everyone’s here? Ok, now look! LOOK! Raspberry Cookie: And so it begins! Beet Cookie: Can’t we eat first…? Cherry Cookie: Tee hee hee, NA-AH! Ok, HERE GOES! Cherry Bomb Explosions: BAM! BOOM!

Excited Cake Hound: Woof! Woof! Parfait Cookie: Oh wow…! Rye Cookie: This ain’t too bad! Custard Cookie III: Whoah! This is so cool! Parfait Cookie: ♪🎵♪ Cherry Cookie: TEE HEE HEE! Go! BOOM! BAAAAANG! Werewolf Cookie: Th-this is… Custard Cookie III: It’s like the flowers are dancing! Look! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Yes, yes! This wonderful music is perfect for dancing! And the fireworks make the flowers look like they’re glowing! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Ah, this is so pretty! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier picnic before! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Now, let’s all have a seat, shall we? I have enough desserts and drinks for everyone! Cherry Blossom Cookie: What a perfect night for a picnic, don’t you agree?

#cherry blossom cookie #cherry cookie #werewolf cookie #rye cookie #parfait cookie #beet cookie #raspberry cookie #cookie run kingdom #cr dialogue #custard cookie III

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much-obliged-timothy · 2 years

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Whumptober #24

Overwatch - #24 - Blood Covered Hands

“Bet you’re glad we were in the area,” Gabriel Reyes said as he and Jack Morrison crouched behind a barrier together.

“Bet you’re glad there was an omnic strike that’ll keep me too busy to yell at you about this,” Jack said.

Reyes nudged him with his elbow. “Come on, Jack. It’s like old times. Besides, Mercy is taking care of the civilians you guys evacuated. What would you do without us?”

“Still handle the situation, but without you irritating me the whole time,” Jack said.

Still, he’d been pinned down when Reyes showed up and bought him enough breathing room to get to cover. The omnic strike had been unexpected and overwhelming. The gunfire seemed endless and Jack was just trying to give the others enough time to complete a full evacuation.

“How’d it look out there?” Jack asked.

Reyes’s expression went from playful to serious. “They need more time. There’s a hospital in the evacuation zone.”

“Then we’ll give them more time,” Jack said.

“Jack, don’t you da-”

Jack was already diving out of cover, firing away at the omnics. They returned fire, but he’d already reached new cover.

It gave Reyes time to move around behind them and take a few out before he was noticed. Jack fired again to draw their attention so Reyes could get away.

They went on like that for a bit, Jack acting as bait while Reyes crept in to thin them out. For a while, it even seemed like it might work.

And then the omnics copied the tactic.

Jack was firing, drawing their attention to him. He could see Reyes sneaking around again, guns raised to fire. He looked over, eyes searching for his next cover, when his posture went rigid.

“Jack!” he yelled.

Jack didn’t even have a chance to turn before the gunshot struck him. He hit the cover he was behind, sliding to the ground, wheezing for breath and trying to choke down a pained scream.

He struck his head against the ground as he tried to roll away from any follow-up shots. The pain flared, and when he opened his eyes, the omnic wasn’t before him anymore.

It was Reyes, hands pressed to Jack’s abdomen. “Stay with me, Jack. Stay with me.”

“Reyes,” Jack choked out.

“No yelling at me for this mess, or I tell everyone you knocked yourself out,” Reyes said. He put more pressure on the wound and Jack groaned in pain, clenching his fists and slamming them against the ground. “I know, Jack. Just hang in there. I called for backup. We’re gonna get you out of here.”

Breathing was difficult. Jack tried to focus on that instead of the intense pain, or all the blood staining his clothes.

Reyes watched him, his heart slamming as he looked from Jack to the advancing omnics. He’d rushed over here to protect Jack, but that left no one to slow the advancing omnics.

He couldn’t fight back. If he moved his hands away, Jack would bleed to death before help got here.

He could’ve cried with relief as a large figure came sliding into view, shield springing up. He’d had no idea how far anyone was from their position, but for once, luck was on their side.

“Jack! Reyes!” Reinhardt called.

“Back here,” Reyes called back. “I can’t move him by myself. I need to keep pressure on the wound.”

“The others are coming,” Reinhardt promised.

Not fast enough. Reyes looked at the blood covering his hands, starting to soak his sleeves.

“It’s bad, Gabe,” Jack ground out.

“You’ve had worse. Toughen up, soldier,” Reyes said.

“Cold,” Jack said, head dropping back against the ground. He had a nasty bruise already starting to form from where he’d struck it on the ground. “Not good.”

Reyes pressed harder. “Shut up. You’re going to be fine.”

“If they…advance…you need to…n-need to protect yourself,” Jack said, his words starting to slur. “Yourself, not m-me. Promise, Gabe.”

“Shut up,” Reyes snapped. “You’re getting out of here. We both are. Stop talking, Jack. Just focus on your breathing. Stay awake, stay breathing. That’s all I’m asking. Hell of a lot less than what you ask of me most days.”

His hands were soaked in blood now. He was struggling to keep his hands in a firm placement, his grip slipping from all the blood.

It wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all.

“Come on, Jack,” he said in the steadiest voice he could manage. “Come on, stay with me. Stay with me, Jack.”

But Jack was fading. He could see it in the paleness of the other man’s skin. In the unfocused gaze rolling around. In the struggle of each rise and fall of his chest.

And he could see it in the crimson soaking his hands.

“Stay with me.” He couldn’t keep the plea from his voice.

The battle raged around them. Jack faded beneath him. The blood soaked his hands, sinking into his skin, staining it forever.

I haven’t written Overwatch in years but I figured with the release of 2 it was a chance to go back and try it again - hopefully it’s not too bad!

#whumptober2022 #no.24 #blood covered hands #Overwatch #fic writing #Jack Morrison #gabriel reyes #jtdoeswhumptober

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drkineildwicks · 2 years

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I’m Baaaaack

After my extended hiatus, I’m back and better than ever! And also mildly disappointed that only one fanfic I follow updated but what the hey

Anyway, let’s go over how nicely productive I was and what this means for you, dear follower:

I worked, so there’s some articles coming to my Tumblr page. You cannot stop them.

I finished writing up Ghost’s Fury! Fans of that particular BH6/HTTYD fic rejoice, book one is written out and looking at updates starting this week!

Ghost’s Fury Book II is up to 295 pages and 8 consecutive chapters, after Book I is done my intent is to get part one of book II done before posting so we might not be seeing it until next year BUT STILL

Ghost’s Fury Book III is at 368 pages and 12 consecutive chapters, I did that thing I love where I finally finish a bridge between two finished pieces so yay! Also still love that it’s the biggest one of the intended trilogy. XD

As for my other active fics:

All active fics (with the exception of The Frost King 2, which as I said was on extended hiatus) have a minimum of a month’s worth of updates, starting this month, so yay!

Shadows and Ash is past Celadon now, next goal there is stringing together everything between Celadon and Cinnabar

Snips and Scars is through third year and sneaking up on the Quidditch World Cup final

The Magicians’ Realm got past a part I swore up and down I had already written and is now firmly in the oh no territory

As for other fics in the nebulous wilds of my WIP folder:

Tori Oba is at 102 pages and 10 consecutive chapters, my goal for April was getting a bunch of BH6 fics to the next 100-page mark and getting at least 10 consecutive chapters going (goal for March was getting Ghost’s Fury finished and getting the other fics to have a month of updates). Didn’t succeed with everything but succeeded with this one, so win.

The Safe in Brother’s Wings sequel set during seasons 2 and 3 finally has its own document! Currently we’re up to 128 pages but again this is something I want to have mostly done before I start posting.

Got a lot written for some side/prequel stories for The Aken/Hamada Collective, so we might be seeing at least one before the year’s out :D

That time-travelling Obake AU got a BIG kick, especially last week (twenty pages last Saturday, mostly for this fic). Also did that thing where I joined up two finished sections and that makes me happy. :D We’re past the movie and into season one now, with 192 pages and 19 consecutive chapters! Gonna try something different with this one and make sure it’s COMPLETELY written out before posting, but right now we’re coming along fine I’m actually really impressed.

Assorted bird-people AUs got a lot of juice too so that’s fun

ALSO woke up in a cold sweat one morning and spent the day writing up summaries for Season 4, y’all brace yourself I got the full thing planned.

So anyway I’m still really happy with productivity these past two months (and very impressed like wow I need to stay off social media more often). Also I love getting on DA and Tumblr to 200+ and 100+ notes in both cases wow where did you people come from.

I also like that I come back to find a new look for Tumblr but the same cruddy gradients because the images didn’t load. Thank you for being consistent, Tumblr. *finger guns*

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quiisquiliae · 1 year

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What’s in a name? -Talon edition

Tl;dr Talon changes his name several times throughout his life by default, typically going from Arthur to Talon and usually ends up settling on Rowan.

There is way too much going on with this child’s name and the thought that went into it so we’re gonna put it under a cut.

IN THE BEGINNING GOD CREATED- no jk, but for real, the beginning is probably the best place to start. Or so I’ve been told. So once upon a time, before I created Talon, I had a character named Ashe. Consider this Ashe the prototype for the one who exists on the blog today. (This is relevant, I swear.) Ashe was given the name of the character I mained when I played League of Legends. I wanted to make more characters in Dragon Age, and decided to stick with a naming theme to avoid spending hours on baby name sites to create characters I didn’t plan on getting so damn attached to. There was (is?) a character on League that is (was?) named Talon which I thought would be a badass name for an assassin, which is what I wanted to play next.

Thus, Talon, who was at this time a name and 3-4 character traits, was born. And I got absurdly attached.

Please keep in mind that at this point in my life I was working in a call center and had arguably too much down time and was not allowed to do homework. So I daydreamed and got a little too into character creation. Talon’s character grew. I got a little too attached. I heard about this thing called roleplay and here we are. I digress.

Talon, at the time of his “birth” was a Trevelyan who had ran away from home due to a shitty home life. (Sound familiar?) I decided for whatever reason that his noble family was the type who took themselves a little too seriously and was trying to come up with the most ridiculously pompous names I could, which would lend itself to why Talon would be so thrilled to drop it and leave it behind.

The name Æthelbert Letholdus Trevelyan was the best I could do. (Side note #15, apparently Æthelbert is old English name meaning “noble” or “bright”.) Now, in his companion verse, I didn’t want to try and deal with family dynamics when playing him against other Trevelyans, so I made him a commoner. Æthelbert translates in modern English to both Albert and Arthur, both names sounded more like one a commoner would have. I’m not real keen on either, but of the two, Arthur is one I can live with. Thus, we have Arthur as a birth name. Eventually, his companion AU background became his current DA one regardless of Inquisiting status and Arthur has been his birth name ever since.

OK cool Trip, we have his two names, Arthur and then Talon. What made him change it? A lot of it (ok 99.9% of it) comes from how the lad handles his traumatic childhood. Which is, not well. Growing up, as he was dealing with his shit father and shit situation, he feels as though it’s his fault. Like he’s letting this happen to him. He’s not, you know this and I know this, but that’s not the point right now. Arthur decides to run away, and when he does, he decides and promises himself he’s never going to let that shit happen again. He doesn’t want to be the scared little kid that he was and dropping his name is one way he separates himself from the trauma of the past.

Arthur is about 10 years old at this point, and wants something that’s badass and shows he’s not someone to be fucked with. Talon sounds cool, badass, and the kid is 10 and socially stunted. He’s not going to come up with something good. So Talon it is, and that’s what he’s known as for the next decade or so. It just sorta sticks.

Now, in modern he’d likely change his name legally (cuz he honestly hates Arthur) and in his Inquisitor verse, he would change his name once more when he disbands the Inquisition. Rowan would be the new name he chooses, as it’s a little more normal and a strong name that he feels fits himself. Why does he do this? By this time (at least in DA, in modern it’s literally because he hates his birth name) the name Talon is synonymous with Inquisitor and Herald. Talon has disbanded the Inquisition, and literally wants nothing more than to fade back into obscurity. *** Placing asterisks for a foot note later. Talon drops his name and picks up Rowan to help with this transition to the next chapter of his life. He is no longer the Inquisitor, thus, he is no longer Talon.

Companion verse, this is much less of an issue so he just sticks with Talon the rest of his life.

Arthur -> Talon -> Rowan

And that my friends, is why Talon changes his names several times throughout his life.

***Footnote***

Talon is illiterate in DA, so there’s no writings BY him future historians would be able to use to piece together what is going on at this time. There would probably not be anything surviving that puts together the fact that “Inquisitor Talon” and Rowan are the same person. The only records future historians have access to would be anything surviving that refers to him as “Inquisitor Talon” which would likely be mistranslated as “Inquisitor’s Talons”. This would almost certainly be assumed to be some sort of ancient lost tech that was used to defeat Corypheus and save the world. Please just imagine future archeologists searching for this lost technology that doesn’t exist, like how people search for the Holy Grail or the Ark of the Covenant today. (Which may or may not exist.)

Talon would find this to be absolutely hilarious, and better than anything he could have asked for, or come up with when he was alive.

#{headcanons and meta: talon}#this got long but i needed to get that one out whoops

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thebookworm0001 · 3 years

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You know, it may very well be that the reason they said to keep our eyes open on the DA day stream was that it was going to include a dev panel with the new executive producer- hence the announcement of Darrah’s departure the day before. They didn’t want people panicking for a week before getting to meet the new ep and hear from him about everything.

¯\_( :/ )_/ the stream starts in 8 hours so I guess we’ll find out

#I anticipate getting an official acknowledgment of dragon age 4 in the next few months #based on the current timeline bioware should start marketing soon #since they seem to start that ~2 yrs before anticipated release - which is where we’re at for the 2022/2023 timeline #do I think that will happen tomorrow? eh.#probably not.#it’s gonna be a lot of ‘the next da’ or ‘what we’re working on now’#but if they’re still planning that 2022/2023 release date they’ve gotta start saying DA4 is an actual thing and here’s what to expect #my full-face clown makeup hope for the stream is an official title announcement

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tumbling-darkling · 3 years

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The boy who lived and the professor that didn’t (for the most part)

AO3

During Harry's second year at Hogwarts, a strange and unexpected man starts teaching his Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

(A Danny Phantom X Harry Potter crossover)

Chapter 1

Harry took a seat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, glancing over to Ron who sat beside him and then scanning the classroom for their new DA professor. He already met the man in Diagon Alley, blonde and very much interested in only himself. Harry shivered as he remembered being pushed towards him as people took pictures of the famous wizard and the boy who lived.

At least it wasn’t worse than a head of the dark lord growing out of the back of the professor's neck.

Well- Harry did thumb through some of the textbooks before classes started. He absolutely agreed with Hermione who was very vocal about the books- they didn’t actually seem to teach anything. Just spoke about the ‘many adventures of Gilderoy Lockhart’.

Maybe this will just end up being an easy class.

The door slammed open 15 minutes past the start of class, startling the students as they swiveled their heads to look at the newcomer, expecting Gilderoy Lockhart.

Instead a tall man with a slim frame and hunched posture strode into the room. He had messy black hair pulled in a very horrible and tangled loose bun with the remaining dreads lazily dangling at the man's shoulders, his chin and cheeks covered in unshaven stubble. His robe was creased and torn, his hat loosely hanging from his hand and his sleeves pushed almost all the way up his arms. What really caught people’s attention was those eyes. Unnaturally clear and bright icy blue, so blue that even in the bright light they seemed to slightly glow.

He quickly pulled down his sleeves as he walked past the students towards the front of the room, grumbling slightly under his breath about something Harry couldn’t catch. He tossed the hat aside, muttering more loudly about how ‘wizard hats are so stupid and impractical I’m not wearing that garbage’ before he turned towards the class.

“My name is Fenton- er Professor Fenton I guess. Since I’ll be teaching you about…” he glanced down at the podium he stood in front of, crouching a little as if looking for something before straightening back up. “Defense… Against the… Dark… Arts,” he said slowly and not very confidently. Then he whispered again to himself but just loud enough for some students to pick up, “they see me fight one god damn ghost and suddenly I’m an expert on all dark magic entities? I think I’ll fight Dumbledore after this.” He straightened a little, eyes looking over the classes.

Harry did not like those eyes lingering on him for half a second longer than the others. He didn’t like this professor looking at him at all.

Something just didn’t feel right.

“Alright, any questions?”

A hand immediately went up, and Harry knew exactly who it belonged to.

“Uh- yes miss-?”

“Hermione Granger. Wasn’t our professor supposed to be Gilderoy Lockhart?”

“Yeah- that guy. He’s a phoney.”

The class went silent before someone yelled out, “WHAT?”

“Guy went around, found Wizards and Witches that did cool things, made them forget it then took all the credit. Tried to take my credit and I hit him a little too hard. Now I’m here taking his place. It’s all over the news, you know. You can read the exaggerated details in there. Anything else?”

The same hand went up.

Professor Fenton sighed, “yes?”

“Why were you 15 minutes late? Shouldn’t professors be on time? And why do you look like you crawled out of the forbidden forest.”

“I fought a ghost. Then got lost,” Fenton deadpanned.

The class went silent.

Fenton then turned around, “well if that’s all, let’s get started with something I know a lot about. What do you already know about Ghosts?”

“You’re seriously more afraid of Professor Fenton than Professor Snape?” Hermione asked Ron. “He’s not even mean! Sure he’s grumpy but he doesn’t beat down every question I ask him! He even seems to be glad I’m asking questions! Unlike Professor Snape who just treats us like idiots for not knowing something.”

“Sure- he’s not mean or cruel but… he just freaks me out. Like how he just stares sometimes at empty walls! Or how the room temperature always drops the moment he seems to take a single step into the room! I can’t even hear his footsteps when he walks! He’s bloody freaky is what he is!”

“Well I for one am glad he’s our Professor! Imagine having a phony for a professor! Though he talks a lot about ghosts. Ghosts can’t cause people harm. At most they give a little scare but it’s not like they could cause terrible damage.”

“What about those ectoplasm based ones he was talking about? The solid ones?” Harry asked.

“Rare and unlikely. Ectoplasm doesn’t form in the magical world, Harry! The stuff that leaks through and hangs in the air is only enough to allow ghosts like Nick or Myrtle to hang around in harmless ways.”

“But he said he fought a ghost before he arrived in class! And he looked really beat up!”

“He said he got lost too! Maybe he just stumbled across a guard dog like Fluffy and made up something about ghosts!”

“What if it’s like the last professor though? What if he’s looking for another secret object in Hogwarts walls?” Harry hissed softly, “Ron is right that he just has a sense of oddness about him! I just don’t trust him!”

“Harry, you’re just paranoid from last year. Professor Fenton is normal. Now pick up your pace, we’re going to be late for our next class!”

Professor Fenton glanced down at Harry, then back at Professor McGonagall, “he has what with me?”

“Detention. You see, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley caused a bit of a fuss by driving a flying car in plain sight of several muggles, and risked exposing the magical world. As such, his punishment has been detention. I trust you can find some fitting work for him to do as he reflects on his actions?”

Fenton crosses his arms, his mouth tightening slightly into a grimace as his fingers slightly tapped his own arms. “This won’t be every night, will it?” He asked.

“No, we will be switching supervisors for a few weeks but you may also need to supervise Mr. Weasley sometime before then.”

Fenron let out a sigh of defeat, “well- alright. I’ll take care of it then.”

Professor McGonagall gave a curt nod before turning stiffly and walking off. Professor Fenton scratched at the back of his neck as he watched her walk off, then glanced down at Harry, those eyes seeming to search him for… something. Then that stern look relaxed into a lopsided grin, “So you were the one that made that stuck up ministry trip over their hats and scramble around in blind panic! I say, hats off to you young Potter!” He laughed.

Harry blinked in confusion at the shift in mood, then Fenton patted him on the back, “hey, no need to look so freaked out! I’m not gonna bite ya!” He began walking forward, and it took Harry an extra second to realize that the professor was moving and he should follow. “Oh, wait you probably are a little freaked out, huh? I guess my mood could have been a bit better this morning, I was just a little flabbergasted today. I was kinda rushed into this position, you know.” He shrugged, his hands shoved into his cloak’s pockets. He didn’t really walk like any of the other Hogwarts professors. He had this relaxed saunter, like he was more of a visiting relative than a staff member. “Say, let’s say your ‘punishment’ will just be helping me bring some books from the library to my quarters. There’s a lot I need to run through and a single trip would make all the difference.”

Harry nodded, finding it hard to keep up with the man's long strides. “So… you don’t like the ministry of magic?” Harry asked.

Professor Fenton huffed in annoyance, “not one bit. They are almost worse than observants!” Harry had no idea what those were. Another level of magic government? “They try to control every little thing. Don’t expose magic to the normal world. Don’t use magic to make technology without permission. Don’t use magic to save muggle children if people are watching.” His said in a mocking tone, “they have so many rules that are outdated or stupid. Never trust a government, kid! Especially a magical one!”

“What are… observants?”

Fenton glanced down at Harry, “oh those stuck up jerks? They are like the government of the ghost realm. Really annoying. Unlike the Ministry of Magic, they actually know how to find me!” He laughed.

“Ghosts have governments?”

“Oh yeah! They have more of a monarchy, the observants are like hermit wizards that only step in when they believe the world is in peril. Meanwhile the rest falls on the shoulders of the Ghost King.”

Harry frowned, “I’ve never read about that in the textbooks. Hermione says that ghosts are just harmless beings formed from souls that aren’t ready to leave the mortal realm.”

“Well she’s half right. There’s different kinds of ghosts, like Sir Nicolas and the Bloody Baron. They are more like echoes. Souls that cling desperately to this world but didn’t have enough ectoplasm to become a fully solid ectoplasmic being. They won’t leave for the infinite realms until they are ready, though many believe they are trapped here forever. More solid ghosts form in a similar way but are exposed to more ectoplasm, but rarely show up because natural portals to the infinite realms are sparse and in between. Well until about a decade ago.”

“Infinite Realms? Natural Portals?” Harry felt like his head was going to explode.

“Well, there should be some books about that in the muggle section.. Though some wizards would say it’s all garbage because muggles discovered and studied it. Just look up my name under the author and you should find some.”

“Oh… wait- did you write them? Is that why you know so much about ghosts?”

Professor Fenton barked out a loud laugh, doubling over as he clutched his sides, “Ah! No! No, I didn’t write them! My parents did!” He cackled. “Ah, yeah but I did learn from them. And a bit of field work. Tell Miss Granger to check them out too, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind having something to read. She reminds me of my sister in that way.” He stopped in front of the library doors, “Aha! I knew we would find this place eventually!”

Harry looked at Professor Fenton in bewilderment, “you didn’t know where we were going?!”

Fenton shook his head and shot him another grin, “nope! I’ve been constantly getting lost in these dumb halls. This place constantly moves and I absolutely hate it. Even the Infinite Realms make more sense than this castle!”

Harry stuttered, “If the infinite realms is where ghosts go, isn’t that like… the afterlife? You’ve been to the afterlife?”

Professor Fenton lazily shrugged and opened the doors to the library, “yes and no. It’s all complicated. I’ll tell you a different time.”

Harry stood there for a few more seconds as his brain tried to catch up with the information, and once he managed to close his mouth he chased after the Professor.

Harry glanced around the Professors room as he followed after him, arms filled with books that seemed to suspiciously be only about the Dark Arts. He’d never been to a professor's living quarters, at most he had been in some offices. Even so, it was not at all what he imagined a wizard's living quarters would look like.

First off, there seemed to be technology. He recognized a coffee machine on a low table, but it wasn’t plugged into anything. There was an odd box that looked like a slightly smaller television, it’s screen black and wires sticking out of it attached to a rectangular box with a lot of buttons on top of it and a small round device. There was also a radio, and a huge telescope leaning out the largest window. As Harry looked, he began to notice spaceships literally in every corner of the room. Different kinds as well, some would even move and blast off. The most amazing part was the roof of his room. It was almost exactly like the great hall as it rose into dark nothingness, but the stars were MUCH brighter and all the constellations had been traced out, some brighter than others. For someone who knew a lot about ghosts, he seemed to really like space. Then there were also some odd things thrown around, like a very weird looking thermos. Or a metal… boomerang?

“Just place them over here, Harry!” Fenton called as he dropped his pile of books onto a couch in the corner. Harry did as he was told, placing the books down a little more gently than the professor did.

“Professor… how did you get these things to work? Technology usually… explodes around magic,” Harry asked.

“Oh! Well it’s because I power them myself!” Professor Fenton chirped. “They don’t work the same way as regular technology. Again, I recommend checking out some of the notes in the Fentons books, they have a lot of stuff that works in the magical realm.”

“Why would you need it though? Doesn’t magic make up for a lot of technology?” Harry asked.

“Ah, but that’s where you are wrong you see! There is nothing in the magical world that is equivalent to the coffee machine!”

Harry blinked, “... what.”

“It’s a very important machine, Harry. You will depend greatly on it once you need to stay up for an entire week. But! It seems our time together has come to an end. Thanks for your help, Harry, and if McGonagall asks, tell her I made you scrub toilets or something,” he winked.

Harry grinned back, heading towards the doorway to go find Ron and Hermione. He closed the door behind and the moment it clicked shut, he saw a flash appear from under the door.

He paused slightly, but shrugged. Maybe a comet passed by on the enchanted roof of his room. He then headed down the halls to find his friends.

“Not normally invited?” Harry asked.

Hermione nodded, “Ghosts throw death day parties like birthday parties, but rarely do they ever invite living people!”

“I see, so Sir Nick really wanted us to be there,” Harry pondered as the trio entered the party area. He immediately was hit with an awful stench, nearly gagging before he had to swallow it as Sir Nicholas noticed their arrival and approached swiftly with the widest smile they had ever seen on his face.

“Harry! Ron! Hermione! You all made it! Oh this brings such joy to my cold, dead heart!”

“Glad to see you as well, Sir Nick,” Harry struggled not to gag on the smell.

“Say, why do ghosts even celebrate the day they died? Isn’t that… like a very traumatic experience you would rather not remember?” Ron somehow managed to ask.

“Well, ghosts like to celebrate it to commodirate a start to a new chapter of our afterlife!” He paused, glancing across the room for a split second, “most ghosts that is, and the death day isn’t to remind us of our death. It more serves to encourage us to look forward! No one really wants to remember how we died. Never a pretty picture.”

Harry followed Nicholas’s gaze for the split second glance, then noticed a ghost he had never seen before. He ignored the smell (they would have to ask about that later) and nudged Hermione, pointing at the ghost, “hey Hermione, have you ever seen that ghost around the castle before? I don’t remember seeing him from last year…”

The ghost in question seemed so much stranger than the rest, he had a brighter glow, where he should have had legs, merged into what seemed to be a ghostly tail, drifting lazily like caught in a breeze. Long hair whiter than snow itself drifted around like caught underwater, and bits that weren’t drifting were braided neatly and lost in the rest of it as it constantly moved. The ghost had purple skin, pointed ears, green freckles dotting his cheeks and long sharp fangs showing as he laughed at another ghost's joke. He dressed like a medieval lord, wearing a delicately detailed black and white tunic tucked into a braided belt circling his waist, his ghostly tail completely black. Thick white leather gloves covered both his hands as he waved them around while he spoke. A white cape hung off his shoulders, but when the cape occasionally drifted to show the inside, it was like the ghost had taken the night sky and attached it to the garment. Thick fur wrapped around his shoulders and long and sharp horns that looked like ice circled his head like a crown.

Toxic green eyes that had irises that seemed to swirl around the pupil glanced at the trio and Harry suddenly felt very very small.

“I… don’t know. I haven’t even heard of any ghost that looked like him before,” Hermione seemed like she was at a loss, probably scouting through her thoughts and memories for any trace or mention of the unfamiliar ghost.

Sir Nicholas cut in, “oh! That may be because King Phantom doesn’t live in this castle! He’s mainly only here to visit for the year!”

Ron gapped, “... did you say… king? Was he a king before he died?”

Sir Nicholas frowned, “no, of course not! He’s the king of all ghosts! King of the infinite realms! The one who defeated Pariah Dark in single combat barely a year after he died! The youngest and most beloved king we ghosts have had in such a very long time.”

“There’s a king of ghosts? And that’s him?” Harry asked.

“That’s what I just said, my dear boy. Keep up!”

“I don’t want to seem rude, Sir Nicholas but… why is he here?” Hermione gasped, “if he really is such a powerful and imposing figure, doesn’t he have a lot of duties to fulfil?”

“Well, he told us he was technically here on business but that it requires time and an investigation that could take a few months. So he could visit and celebrate with us from time to time! He’s a very relaxed man, I assure you. Here let me introduce you all to him! My Liege! I have some friends you absolutely must meet!”

The King looked over and smiled widely, “friends, you say?” His voice echoed more than the other ghosts, seeming to carry across the room as he spoke. He then blinked in surprise and turned to Nick, “Sir Nicholas… you realize these three are still amongst the living?”

“Why of course! Harry is the Boy Who Lived! The first to survive the death spell!” Sir Nicholas said quite proudly.

The King drifted down towards the three, causing Ron to slightly flinch at his approach, his hands clasped together as worry seemed to etch on his face, “well, most ghosts don’t have a very good sense of smell or taste, right? Which is why we have all the rotting food out?”

“Yes?” Sir Nicholas still didn’t seem to catch on.

King Phantom held out his hand, producing clothing hanger clips made purely of ice, “The living can still very much smell and taste, and I don’t think it’s exactly the smell of roses and lavender.”

Sir Nicholas blinked, “oh. Oh! Oh Harry and friends, I apologize for forgetting such a detail!”

Harry, Ron and Hermione all graciously accept the clips, pinning them on their noses to escape the horrid smell. Then Hermione turned towards the Ghost King with a glint in her eyes, “wait- how did you do that? Ghosts aren’t this solid- and they definitely can’t use magic!”

Phantom chuckled, drifting back into the air as he pointed to the crown of ice horns on his head, “Well first off, I’m the king so I get some bonuses. As well as not all ghosts work the same. You should try listening to that Dark Arts professor of yours when he talks about ghosts. He’s quite knowledgeable about all things not living.”

“But- but years of documentation and research-!” Hermione tried to argue before the King tutted.

“Information is constantly changing and growing, something that seems pretty constant could change in seconds and turn your whole world upside down. Not to mention, many different types of ghosts like myself only became more common recently. Before, most of us were confined to the infinite realms, only ghosts like Sir Nicholas forming for many centuries and the different kinds rarely slipped out.”

“Well-, what changed?” Hermione challenged.

King Phantom sported a playful grin, “I d̶͙͉̓̓i̷̢̩̬̘̟̽ę̴̘̲̹̤͌̊d̸̢̳̞̄.”

He then turned and left the three on that note as he went to join other ghosts at the party.

“What does he mean by that?” Hermione huffed.

“He’s got an odd sense of humour, that’s for sure,” Sir Nicholas laughed.

Harry couldn’t stop his glare that shot towards Professor Snape as he accused Harry of petrifying Mrs. Norris and writing the bloody message that stained the wall. Before he could snap back at him that he did not do any of this, Professor Fenton seemed to almost step out of thin air to his defense.

“Mr. Potter was with me all night, he did not do this,” his voice laced with a chilling venom. Was he… lying for him?

Snape tilted his chin up, attempting to look down on Fenton who was no longer hunched, and instead stood tall at his full height. It was quite difficult to do as it turned out, Fenton towered over every other Professor in the area. “And who, pray tell, are you?” Snape seemed to almost spit.

A sinister grin spread across the tall Professor's features as he stepped in front of Harry, leaning menacingly over the shorter wizard and blocking his view of the student, “Professor Fenton, the professor of the Dark Arts. Accusing a second year of such a powerful spell isn’t a very wise take, now is it Professor Snape?” Fenton basically spat his name.

Snape glared back, “you would be surprised what Potter is capable of, especially the trouble he gets himself in.”

“How about you try not pinning the blame on a 12 year old child?”

“That is enough out of both of you,” Dumbledore stepped in. “We all know Harry was not responsible for this, as Professor Fenton’s defence is true. We have a healthy patch of mandrake roots that will cure Mrs. Norris of her petrification, and students will resume their classes while the professors investigate the issue. Now you three will return to your dorms for the rest of the night.”

Harry hesitated before he headed back towards the dorms, but didn’t fail to notice how Professor Fenton’s eyes flashed toxic green, or the wink sent in his direction.

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kaunis-sielu · 2 years

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Crash and Burn: 3

The rain doesn’t let up. If anything it seemed like it got worse in the last few hours. You pack your work clothes into a backpack then wrap that in a garbage bag then put your raincoat on over the backpack. You have your rain boots and umbrella then you head out.

You’re about halfway to work when a sleek black car pulls up. You ignore it, you don’t know anyone who drives a car that nice.

“Ms. Punkie!” A deep voice calls and your stomach flips, why in the world would DA Kent be here? “Ms. Punkie?” The car continues to creep along next to you and you continue to ignore him. The car pulls up ahead of you and he steps out, no raincoat, no umbrella and is almost instantly drenched. “Ms. Punkie, please get in the car.”

“I’m good, unlike you. You look like a sad puppy after a bath.” You tell him as you continue to walk. He locks the car and falls into step with you, “What are you doing?”

“If you’re going to walk I’m going to escort you.” He tells you in that deep voice of his.

“You’re going to get sick.”

“Is that concern I’m hearing?” He asks and you scowl up at him.

“More an observation.”

“I’ll be alright.”

“So will I. You don’t need to escort me to work, actually I’d prefer you didn’t. I don’t need anyone connecting me to you.”

“Lex Luthor knows you that well huh?”

“When you work in his,” You stop then, “Wait. How do you know that I know Lex?”

“I have eyes in lots of places, besides I needed to know who I was dealing with. It’s not like you gave me a lot to work with.”

“You do realize that’s creepy as hell right?”

“It would be creepy if it wasn’t pertinent to my job Honey. I need to know what your motivation for coming forward is. If it’s revenge, if it’s money, if it’s blackmail, I need to know.”

“I hate it.”

“I’m sorry.” And he truly does sound sorry, “Do you often work this late?”

“You gonna stalk me again to find out if I don’t tell you?”

“No, I didn’t stalk you either. I hired a private detective to do it for me. I was just asking to see if I could send a car for you. Drive you home rather than making you walk through this storm again.” Something in the shadows moves and your heart jumps when the DA lets out a warning growl. He moves you behind him as a tall Alpha with dark hair, a scar on his face and a nasty grin comes out onto the sidewalk.

“Well, well, well, look at this fancy Alpha.” He says to his shorter partner, who you’re sure is a Beta. “Give us your money.”

“Yea, Hi. I work at Secret Six.” You tell them peering out from behind DA Kent. “And you now how Mr. Luthor feels about Alphas in his territory harassing Omegas.”

“Would you shut your Omega up?” The Beta sneers.

“I am not his Omega!” You snap taking a step to the side but DA Kent gently moves you back behind him.

“You heard the lady. She works for Luthor, you’re going to leave her alone.”

“Yea, its you we’re more concerned about. Although she does smell delicious.” The Alpha says.

“Bruno. We shouldn’t get on Lex’s bad side.” The Beta says from just behind his friend, Bruno apparently.

“You really shouldn’t.” You agree, sliding your phone out of your pocket you take a picture of the two.

“Punkie.” DA Kent rumbles, “Please don’t antagonize these two.”

“They started it.” He lets out a surprised bark of laughter.

“Alright boys are we gonna let the lady get to work or are we gonna have an issue?” He asks and the two men slink off. He turns to you as they slink off and its your turn to let out a surprised laugh. His normal curl of hair is plastered to his forehead, his suit is clinging to him like a second skin and water is running down his face.

“DA Kent, you really should carry an umbrella.” You tell him and he grins down at you.

“I don’t know, I quite like the rain. And please, call me Clark.”

“Clark.” You repeat softly and he lets out a pleased little chuff, “I really do need to get to work. Thank you for stepping up for me.”

“Of course Honey.” You narrow your eyes at him, “What? You didn’t have a problem with it the last two times I’ve called you Honey.”

“What times?”

“Don’t believe me huh?” He teases and you roll your eyes at him. You’re only a block and a half from work now.

“I have to go.” You tell him starting to walk again, you don’t know why you’d expected him to leave you now. He doesn’t, just keeps pace with you.

“Can I please pick you up if it’s still like this?” He asks when Secret Six Diner comes into view.

“You treat all your informants like this?”

“No, just the stubborn ones.”

“Ha.” You deadpan and he lets out a chuckle.

“Besides, you’re not really an informant, you didn’t really give me any information.”

“I- excuse me, yes I did.” You tell him hotly stopping for what feels like the fiftieth time on your seven block walk to work.

“You gave me a piece of paper.”

“Shhh.” You hiss, suddenly anxious about any ears that might be around. Unlikely in the current downpour but not impossible.

“Let me come pick you up.” He coaxes, as you reach the door of the diner. “Please.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll be waiting for your text.” He says pulling open the door for you, “Please text or call Honey.”

“Punkie.” You correct with an annoyed glance up at him as you walk past him.

“Punkie,” He repeats at a low rumble and your stomach does that stupid flip thing again. You change quickly, pulling your hair back into a braid then punch in and get to work. You’re surprised to find Lex sitting at his usual table an hour before close.

“Mr. Luthor.”

“Punkie, have a seat.”

“Sir?” You’re confused, this has never happened before.

“Just have a couple of questions for you.”

“Um, oh. Okay.” You tell him sliding into the booth across from him, “Do you want coffee or anything?”

“No. I want to know how you know District Attorney Kent.”

“Who?” You ask playing dumb, you hope that he can’t hear your heart race.

“District Attorney Kent.”

“I’m sorry sir I don’t know who that is.”

“The man you were with on your way to work.”

“Oh, Clark.” You say with an airy laugh, “He’s the son of a couple of our morning regulars. I met him through my mechanic, and when he found out that I worked here he told me who his parents are.” You lie, “I didn’t know that he was a District Attorney.” You tell him with a smile, you see his posture relax some and you know he’s bought your lie. “How did you know I was with him?”

“I heard you were harassed by a couple of men on the way to work. They told me you were rude and I told them you had every right to be.”

“I have a picture of them, I was going to tell you the next time you came in.”

“They told me. Wanted to let me know an Alpha was in my territory.” You nod as if you understand but you don’t. You didn’t know that Lex had a pack or territory. You knew that he owned much of the neighborhood but that doesn’t mean that it’s his territory. “Will you be seeing him again?”

“Probably. His mom asked him to look out for me until my car is fixed. She doesn’t like me walking to and from work alone.”

“You know that if you ever feel unsafe you can call me.”

“I know but she’s so sweet I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Besides you’re a busy man and she made it seem like he wasn’t.” You give him a little shrug, “But I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”

“Of course. You know that I want my Omegas to feel safe.” You give him a tight smile, his Omegas? The fuck is that nonsense?

“Is there anything else Mr. Luthor? I’d like to get started on closing since it’s quiet.”

“That’s all.” He says with a nod.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything? Mercy made some of that amazing cherry pie and we have a couple of pieces left.” You tell him as you slide out of the booth and stand.

“That does sound nice. I think I’ll take a piece of that and some milk.”

“Coming right up Mr. Luthor.” You tell him with a smile before heading back behind the counter. You lean against the wall for a second and take a deep breath.

“You okay?” The cook, John, asks and you nod as you let out a slow breath. “What did Lex want?”

“He just had a question about something that happened on my way in. Got harassed by an Alpha and a Beta.”

“I feel bad for them. It’s never a good idea to piss off Punkie.” He teases and you laugh.

“Can you get me a piece of that pie that Mercy made earlier? Lex wants a piece and some milk but I can get the milk.”

“Not a problem.” He agrees and after you get the milk he passes you the plate with the pie and you make your way back out to serve Lex. You’re finishing wrapping the silverware when the sleek black car pulls up, this cannot be happening.

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koritoraa · 2 years

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W/ a confident pretty grl; who always uplifts them ❦

A/n: lol this totally not an self insert <3

Feature my loves: Takemichi, Kazutora and mfn Inui <3

# Takemichi

❧ When you first started showering him with tewww many compliments it was overwhelming for him too say the least like he could nawt handle it.

“Takemichi you’re my baby, you’re the best at everything”

“Y/n you don’t have to lie to me, I don’t think I’m really good at a lot of things….”

“and that’s fine to think that, but don’t worry we’re gonna work on it.”

❧He lives for you’re compliments and praises, everytime you tell him he’s doing good at something or you see him getting better at something, it put him in a good mood and motivates him to continue working towards his goals and bettering himself.

“Takemichi, you’re doing really good at bringing people together. You have a lot of people that are always on your side so don’t forget that. I will always be there for you.”

“Thank you y/n that really means a lot to me.”

❧You started a new routine of leaving sticky notes on his walls whenever you pay a visit at his house; that either say something you love about him, a little cute message or a positive affirmation. He absolutely love them and whenever he sees you the next day he thank you and hug you. He really appreciate the effort that you put into building him up. You’re just his favorite girl.

# Kazutora

❧When you first complimented him he couldn’t believe you were talking to him tbh he just thought you were lying to make him to make feel better (even if you was it still made him feel happy) but as time went by and he got to know you more, he realized that you were actually serious and you meant what you said.

❧You know how much Kazutora dislikes his physical appearance, so everytime you see him the first thing you do is compliment his appearance.

“Y/n I don’t like how my face look in pictures so you should crop me out.”

“Kazutora, you always look so pretty love. You know I’m on a mission to help you build up your self confidence. So no <3”

“Thank you y/n I guess you can post it then, your compliments made me feel a lot better”

❧Kazutora really appreciate your compliments, it honestly makes his day 10x better, along with seeing your pretty face. Like he loves you sm <3

# inui

❧Ever since you met Inui you noticed the lack of confidence he had and how he treated himself and that was a no go in your mfn book. You knew you had to be the one to help him overcome anything that’s holding him back from shining.

“Y/n I don’t know why but I just feel so useless in a lot of situations, especially whenever I’m in a battle it’s like I can’t do nothing to help anyone out.”

“Love, that’s definitely not true you helped out your friends the best way you can and they appreciate that. Right now I know you can’t help but feel the way you do but one day you’re gonna finally realize you’re importance to everyone and I am going to help you understand that.”

❧He looks at you as some type of hawt life coach since you helped him out in many ways and he always thank you for that. You’re his dream girl that helped improve him for the best, so he’s always gonna be by your side.

Only hawt ppl follow me, I don’t make da rules <3

#anime #tokyo revengers x headcanons #tokyo revengers x black!reader #takemichi hanagaki #inui seishu #kazutora hanemiya #in kori we trust

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mintwithchoco · 3 years

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beaux rêves: Ep 5 - Evaluation

ITZY Yeji x Male Reader

Word Count: 3063 words

Categories: smut, handjob, edging, daddy kink, spanking, office sex, little bit of degradation, assistant! yeji

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“...and I guess that’s all for now, keep up the good work Chaeryeong!” You said to a red haired woman, one of the interns that is working under you.

You were the leader of the Marketing Team in IT’z Company, a brand that is well known all over the world for being pioneers in multiple fields. You knew that it was a big role to have and a monthly intern evaluation is one way for you to keep the quality of the team and the work. There were four interns in your team and all of them have been doing a fantastic job. You were definitely proud, already thinking of asking the higher ups on an incentive raise because of their hard work.

“Thank you, sir!” Chaeryeong said, giving you an adorable smile before getting up from her seat and heading towards the door of the interview room.

“Oh yeah, Chaeryeong?”

“Yes sir?”

“Please call in Lia for me.”

“Alright sir.” Chaeryeong and her warm smile left the room, leaving you and your assistant alone.

“They’re doing so well!” Your assistant said while analyzing through the files containing the evaluations of the interns.

“Yeah, I’m definitely gonna give them a raise.” You replied back while preparing the file for the last intern evaluation.

“Have you finished the powerpoint for our meeting tomorrow?” You asked.

“Yes, I’ll send the powerpoint to you after this.”

“Great! Thank you so much, Yeji.”

“O-Oh, it’s...it’s nothing really. I’m just doing my j-job as your assistant.” Yeji blushes furiously, unable to hide it from you who just smiles at her cuteness.

“Hey, don’t be so shy now! You helped me out a lot with my work, so I need to give you a reward sooner or later.” You said, making Yeji look towards you with a look of certainty in her eyes.

“A reward?”

“Yeah, it could be anything you want. As long as it’s not that expensive.” you said, laughing.

“Then…” Yeji moves her seat a bit closer and suddenly caresses your thigh, moving her lips near your ear.

“I want you, daddy.”

“Woah, Yeji! H-Hold on,” You flinched away immediately, almost choking at her words.

“T-This is h-highly inappropriate for w-work.”

“But da-”

Suddenly, a knock was heard on the door, making you quietly sigh in relief.

“O-Oh! Come in.” You said.

The door then was opened by a woman in a light peach long sleeve top with a plaid vest covering it. Her brown hair draped over her shoulders beautifully, letting you focus on her attractive visual. As she entered the room and closed the door behind her, you and Yeji watched as she slowly walked over to the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“Sit down please, Lia.” The woman reacted by sitting down on the black office chair.

“How are you today?" You asked first.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." Lia answers, giving you a smile after.

“Glad to hear that. Alright then, let’s start with the evaluation.”

As you go through the questions one by one, Yeji is beginning to grow frustrated. Biting her lips, she began playing around with her pen constantly. Her brain suddenly thought of an idea that was risky, but pleasurable at best. Her left hand slowly slides over to your crotch, making you widen your eyes. You eyed her, silently telling her to stop with your slightly angry gaze. But, Yeji replied back with a smirk and mouthed something with her lips.

“My reward, daddy.”

Her fingers move towards the zipper of your pants and open them, revealing the center part of your boxers. You were panicking, your eyes went all over the place as you listened to Lia's answers to your questions. To avoid suspicion, Yeji also asked her a few questions as she started to pull out your hardened cock from your boxers.

“Sir? What’s wrong?” Lia asked after hearing you gasp because of your exposed cock.

“Uhh, n-nothing! L-Let's continue.”

“So, did you encounter any problems with our clients recently?” Yeji’s fingers wrap themselves around your cock.

“Hmm, let me see....”

Your ears were trying their best to hear Lia’s answer as Yeji started stroking you softly under the table. A lot of precum was already being made on the tip of your cock due to the thrill of being stimulated by her hand in front of your intern without her noticing it. She collects your precum and spreads it all over your shaft to lube it up. You wanted to moan so hard, but there was still work to do.

There were a few questions left, so Yeji’s handjob won’t last for long - something you were both thankful and disappointed in. She opens up a file and pretends to be reading it as she sped up her strokes, making you grit your teeth underneath your lips. When you ask Lia a question, Yeji will slow down her strokes. But once Lia is answering your question, she picks up her pace, making it harder for you to keep your sense of professionalism.

A burning sensation suddenly came into your stomach, signifying that you were going to orgasm soon. Just as you were about to reach your peak, Yeji stopped stroking you in an instant, letting your cock throb violently as you felt your load slowly going back into your balls. You faked a cough instead of moaning as a way to relieve the intensity that you had earlier. Lia was nothing but naive the entire time, diligently filling out a form that you gave to her as the last part of the evaluation.

After a few minutes, Yeji starts her handjob once again, this time you were even more sensitive as you already feel your orgasm building up slowly once again. Lia finishes up her form and gave it to you who was struggling to keep calm. Meanwhile, Yeji was smirking to herself as she continued her hoax of reading the files while keeping a steady pace of her strokes on your shaft.

“Sir, are you okay? You look sick…” Lia said in a concerned tone.

“Yeah, are you okay?” Yeji asked as well, feigning ignorance that she was the reason for the droplets of sweat forming on your forehead.

“I’m j-just feeling...a little l-lightheaded, yeah. Don’t worry, I’ll t-take some medications l-later.” You replied as Yeji fondled your warm balls.

“Oh yeah, sir?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for taking me home last night.” Lia’s words made you confused at first, but you instantly remembered that you gave Lia a ride home yesterday because her car broke down.

“Oh, it’s nothing really. Others would’ve done the same.”

“If you’re free sometime, maybe I could...treat you to dinner?” Lia said in a somewhat flirty tone while biting her lower lip hungrily.

“Uhh, sure I gu-AHH!” You shouted in pain due to Yeji squeezing your balls as jealousy filled her brain.

“Sir?!” Lia was about to stand up before you raise up an arm as a hint that you’re fine.

“What happened?” Yeji places her hands on your shoulders after wiping off your precum on your pants to show her concern.

“M-My leg cramped...It’s a-alright now.” You said while quickly putting back your cock into your boxers and zipping back your pants.

“Anyways, we’re done now with the evaluation. You’re doing a great job, keep it up Lia!” You said after writing out a few more words on the evaluation papers.

“I will, thanks sir!” Lia’s eyes turned into a crescent and her lips formed an adorable smile.

“Don’t forget about our dinner! I’m looking forward to it. Take care now!” Lia said, flashing her signature eye smile at you before leaving the room.

You smiled and proceeded to organize a few things on the file while Yeji stared at you with her eyes filled with lust and jealousy because of Lia’s flirty behavior.

“Daddy-” Yeji was cut off by you suddenly standing up while taking back all the files on the desk.

“My office, five minutes.” You said coldly before exiting the room.

Four minutes later, Yeji was now in front of your office. She was nervous about what's gonna happen to her. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door three times.

“Come in.” Yeji opened the door and was greeted by you sitting on your chair with your back turned towards her.

“Lock the door.” She does so and stands in front of your desk with her hands in front closed together.

You let out a big sigh and stood up from your seat to face her. Your mind was only thinking one thing: punishment.

“Bend over.”

“What?”

“Bend over.” Your tone was a bit more aggressive this time, making Yeji shiver and immediately bending over the desk with her hands flat on the surface of it and her back arched.

“Giving me a handjob during important work, squeezing my balls and edging me,” You said as you walked slowly then stopped on her left side.

“Daddy’s going to punish you baby.” You whisper into her ear, widening Yeji’s eyes.

Not wasting anymore time, you yanked her skirt and drew it up to her waist, revealing her round ass and a blue thong that was covering her crotch. Squeezing her soft cheeks with both of your hands, Yeji bit her lips as she was turned on by your dominance, her pussy starting to leak out juices. You traced your fingers over her clothed pussy, feeling a wet spot already formed.

“Wet already? What a naughty slut you are.”

“Yes daddy, I’ve been so naughty. Please punish me daddy!”

“Shut the fuck up.” You spank her right cheek hard, emitting a loud sound that vibrates around the room.

Yeji shrieks in pain and pleasure as you give two more slaps on both her right and left cheek. Her ass beautifully ripples on each slap, hardening the tent that was beginning to form in your pants.

“That was for giving me a handjob while I was working.”

You crack your knuckles, preparing yourself for the next set of spanks on her butt. You lifted your palm at a decent distance before bringing it down to her bottom hard and fast. Three more similar slaps came quick after, each landing perfectly on both sides of her buttcheeks. Yeji tries her best to keep her moan from coming out of her mouth, not wanting anyone to notice what was going on inside your office.

“That was for squeezing my balls.”

Her cheeks were already turning red due to your smacks, so you let her rest for a while by squeezing them gently to heal a little bit of the stinging pain. With your left hand holding her hips, you lift your free hand further than before, aiming to spank her harder. The right cheek was your target, so with a deep breath, you smack them as hard as possible, prompting Yeji to flinch violently and letting out her first moan.

You made up a set in your head - two on each side of her cheeks, five times. As your smack begins to increase in power, so does her moan being louder after each one. On the third set, you rubbed her butt once again before continuing. Thank god you only had four interns in your team alongside their desks being pretty far away from your office, so you placed a bet that no one could hear anything.

“And this is for edging daddy!”

Your last smack on her ass was the hardest, causing Yeji to let out a shriek and shed a few teardrops from her eyes. Both your right palm and her ass were now sore and painted in a bright red color.

“You okay?” You asked her while squeezing her flesh to relieve the pain.

“Y-Yes daddy…”

“Good, because I have more things planned.”

As Yeji heard you unbuckling your belt and unzipping your pants, her pupils grew out of excitement, finally getting the reward which was your cock. You let your pants rest on your ankles and placed yourself behind her, letting her feel the heat from your crotch on hers. Quickly discarding her thong by ripping it off of her, you grind your bulge against her damp pussy, not caring how your boxers were getting stained by her juices. Yeji squirmed because of the teasing that you intended to do, and your cock was already hurting because of the restraints that were still on it.

“Do you feel that? Do you feel how hard daddy’s cock has become?” Yeji nodded.

“Too bad that you’re not gonna feel this throbbing inside of you.” Your hand then moved to her hair and grabbed a handful of it, forcing Yeji’s head to perk up.

“So, if you want daddy to fuck you,” You get close to her ear once again.

“...then beg.”

“Daddy please please pleeeeease fuck me! I promise I won't edge you during work ever again. Please daddy, don't leave me like this!" Yeji begged you like her life depended on it.

You loved it. You love how Yeji was under your spell, and that alone is enough to make you aroused. Without saying any words, you pulled down your boxers to let your hard cock free and aimed it at her entrance. Yeji gasped in shock as you forcefully pushed yourself into her warm hole with her juices acting as a lube. She was insanely tight, her walls gripped onto your shaft with an intense pressure as you involuntarily let out a loud groan.

Lust takes over you fast as you grab her hips and start pounding her insides right away at a fast pace. Yeji cried out a few swear words, her pussy was completely filled with your shaft as your thrusts were deep and powerful. You showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon, even though you were blue-balled by Yeji earlier and had the potential to reach your peak early.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of footsteps coming closer to the door. You slowed down your thrusts and immediately closed Yeji’s mouth with your right hand, silencing her moans to hear who was outside your office. The person then knocks on the door a few times.

“Sir? Are you there?” That husky voice behind the door was none other than Shin Ryujin, another one of your interns.

“Y-Yeah, I’m a bit busy right now, w-what’s wrong?” You asked while burying your whole cock inside of Yeji’s tight cunt.

“Would you like some coffee?”

“Sure.” Yeji’s body was shaking violently, feeling the fullness of being sheathed by your shaft.

“Alrighty! And oh, should I add extra cream for you, sir? I know you like your coffee thick and smooth.” Ryujin’s words were making you think of something else and your cock reacted by throbbing inside Yeji.

“Oh Ryujin, you definitely know what I like.”

“I’m just doing my job, sir. Anyways, it’ll be ready in about 10 minutes since someone forgot to boil the water earlier.” Ryujin said, clearly talking about Lia.

“It’s fine, take your time!” You then heard Ryujin’s footsteps as she walked away.

A few seconds were wasted on you confirming that Ryujin was gone. Pulling your cock out of her pussy, you turn her around, lift her up and lay her down on your desk after clearing it up. Yeji looked exhausted, due to your shaft being embedded deep inside of her earlier. But that doesn’t stop you from plunging into her depths once again, this time starting off slow.

Your hands sneaked up to her blazer, unbuttoning them to reveal her matching blue bra underneath. Yeji was moaning constantly as your pace began to quicken, but it was quickly muffled by your lips kissing her deeply. Both of your tongues danced along with each other, savoring the moment of exchanging pleasure into your bodies.

“Oh fuck daddy, you’re stretching me out so much!” Yeji firstly said after you broke off the kiss.

“Yeah, you love it don’t you, you slut?”

“Yes, use me as your cumdump daddy!”

“With pleasure.”

With that, you pumped into her as fast and as hard as you could, eager to fulfill what she wanted to be - a slutty cumdump. The burning sensation in your abdomen was felt even more with each thrust of your hips. Yeji’s moans were encouraging you to the max as she was also reaching her own peak. The lustful look in her eyes, silently begging you to cum inside her, it was finally all too much for you to take.

“I'm gonna cu-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you exploded inside her, all the muscles in your body flexing as you sent your warm and thick load into her tight hole. Yeji followed soon after, gushing all of her juices onto your cock and staining the desk. Your legs shook harshly as your orgasm was a big one since Yeji edged you earlier and eventually, your body fell on top of her by the end of your orgasm.

You stayed there for a while, exhausted after releasing every last drop of your cum into her pussy. Yeji smiled and gently pats your head to calm you down from your high.

“Thank you daddy.”

//timeskip//

Lunchtime arrived and you decided to grab a quick one with Yeji at a restaurant near your office. As you both were eating your meal and talking about some work-related topics, you felt a weird sensation in your body.

“Oppa,” Yeji said.

“Yeah?”

“This is just a dream, isn’t it?”

Silence filled the air.

“What are you talking abo-”

When you blinked your eyes, you were suddenly transported to a place full of nothingness. It was black all around you, with fog surrounding the floor. Eureka hits you in an instant.

"I've lost it."

Your legs automatically move to search for that pathway. The pathway that leads you to another dream. As you continued to run towards it, it felt like you were going around in circles. The scent that you're familiar with was gone as well.

Exhaustion came to your body as you stopped running and panted heavily. All hope was lost, you thought. You were never going to experience that dream ever again.

A ray of light suddenly appears in front of you and a familiar voice could be heard.

“Wake up!”

Blink.

#itzy smut #yeji smut #itzy #yeji #kpop smut #kpop fanfiction #reader insert #male reader

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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Always There To Get Me Goin’ (Part 3)

Summary: The reader surprises Jensen on the last day on set and gets a surprise of her own when she finally gets to see him in his suit...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Well good morning to me,” you said, whistling as Jensen walked into his trailer wearing a tank top and sporting his normal amount of scruff once again. “Oh look at those little cheeks.”

“How the hell…” he trailed off when you held up a badge. “But we’re not allowed visitors-“

“I am technically a…production assistant intern,” you said, reading off the badge. “I DM’d Kripke. He got me a pass for the day.”

“Oh so technically you have to do whatever I ask you to,” he said. You held up a hand and waggled it, Jensen stalking over to where you sat, leaning against the arm rests. “Now you’re not handling your job duties very well are you.”

“I will handle many things later. After work.” He pouted, leaning in close. “Don’t worry. I’ll tug on that pretty hair as much as you want.”

“Fine,” he whined. “But only because I need to make a quick video and then change before I film one last scene.”

“Wait you’re filming without a beard? Why-”

“Sh. Spoiler free household remember,” he said. You opened your mouth and he put a hand over it. “I’d keep that shut. Never know what might slip in there.”

“Slip things wherever you like,” you mumbled. He hummed, pecking a quick kiss on your lips.

“Stay put. I won’t be long.”

“Fuck,” you said to yourself when Jensen got back to his trailer when he was done for the day. You hadn’t seen him in person in his suit before and the pictures did not do him justice. He took a deep breath before stopping in front of your chair.

“I could use some help getting out of this,” he said. “Wouldn’t want me to report you to your boss would we?”

“Depends. Is my boss going to make a move on me?”

“Hell yes I am. Come on,” he said. He grabbed your hand, leading you back to the small bedroom, kicking the door shut. You put your hands on his arms, sliding them up until you hit his vest. You smirked, running your hands down, finding a belt. You looked for a buckle or a snap but it seemed to be a part of the vest on second glance. He chuckled and slid your hands to his sides. “You have no idea how to take this off do you.”

“I don’t want to break it,” you said.

“Probably not a good idea.” He put his hands on either side of the vest and tugged, both sides opening up. “Velcro.”

“Oh,” you said, watching the sides of the vest come undone, Jensen lifting the vest and belt, his holster tied in with it, over his head and setting it on the ground beside you. Your hands went to his chest and while you saw the zipper fold, it ran straight up to the cowl around his neck. He tugged on that as well, the cowl coming off in a single piece and being added to the pile. “So that’s how you get in this thing.”

“More fun taking it off sometimes.” You pulled on the zipper, Jensen racing to rip off the gloves on his hands. “Wait-”

“You’re too slow,” you said, grabbing the suit and tugging it down. The sleeves were tucked into his gloves though and you smirked, Jensen giving you a warning glance before you pushed him back on the bed, effectively trapping his arms behind him.

“Y/N-” he said before you covered his mouth with your hand.

“I still owe you for that window treatment a few months back,” you said. You kicked off your shorts and finished pulling his suit down until you saw his compression shorts. One quick movement later both they and his boxer briefs were tugged down, his cock springing free. He was half hard and a few rough pumps had him standing tall.

He bit his bottom lip when you straddled his hips and sunk down, bottoming out quickly.

“You know moving up here while you were filming may just be the best decision I ever made.” You lifted off of him, leaving just the tip of his cock inside before you slammed down. He grunted and you leaned forward, planting your hands on either side of him, staring him in the eye. You gripped his hair and watched him give in, face soft and pliant, jaw dropping when you picked up a fast and harsh pace.

“Y/N,” he whined. You kissed his neck and sucked, his whole body tensing. “Slower. Slower. I won’t last.”

“Who said I want you to last? Don’t worry about getting me off. You can eat me out after you fill me up.” He whimpered as you worked on giving him a hickey, thighs already burning. Your walls were squeezing him hard, Jensen sucking in air when he finally came. He made a series of muffled groans before you finally slipped off of him and crawled upwards quickly. “Clean me up.”

He sighed happily when you knelt over him, one of your hands keeping your underwear pushed aside. His tongue dove in and out, shivers running down your spine while he worked you over.

You couldn’t help the small shake in your body when he turned his attention to your clit. He wasn’t going easy on you, tongue swiping and assaulting the bundle of nerves. You felt the shockwave of sparks start in your feet and work up your legs when he switched to sucking and lapping at the same time.

“Jensen,” you moaned softly, coming hard, Jensen not letting off until you were already into another orgasm. You forced yourself away, sitting back against the wall, breathing hard. He licked his lips and grinned, pulling his arms out from behind himself, gloves free now. “Always such a fucking pushy bottom aren’t you. Can’t just come and ask me to ride me senseless can you?”

“Yeah but you like it,” he said, ripping off his other sleeve, scooting up the bed and taking a deep breath. “Oh and sweetheart? You can ride me senseless anytime. Anytime.”

“When we’re back home I’ll tie up you and make you scream all you want.”

“Here I was going to offer the same thing,” he said. You leaned down and kissed him, Jensen grabbing your waist and flipping you over to the other side of the bed, smirking and staring down at you.

“Down Soldier Boy,” you teased. He bit at your bottom lip but pulled away after only a moment.

“Oh if you want to play with him be careful what you wish for,” he said. There was a loud knock on the trailer wall and you both sat up quickly.

“Jensen! There’s a little wrap party on back lot when you’re changed,” called a voice.

“Thanks! Be there in a minute!” he shouted. He ran a hand over his face, wide eyed when he touched his neck. “Y/N! How am I gonna explain a hickey!”

“With this,” you said. You stood up and grabbed the bandana tied to the strap of his backpack, twisting it and tying it around his neck, making sure it covered the fresh mark. “Ta da.”

“You’re lucky you’re smart. And cute,” he said. You kissed his cheek and he grinned. “Coming to the party?”

“Sure. Although I do have to ask, am I meeting former co-workers or these will be your co-workers next year?” you asked.

“Why don’t you try to get the answer out of me back in the states. You win, I’ll tell you then and there if I’m back or not. You lose...you do that thing I like.” You narrowed your eyes and he stood up. “If you’re too afraid-”

“Oh it’s on Ackles,” you said. “You are so losing.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

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#spn #supernatural #jensen ackles #jensen ackles fanfic #jensen x reader #rpf #au #jensen ackles x reader

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Episode 73: Koala Chlamydia Is A Problem [My Brothers, My Sister and Me Excerpt]

[MBMSAM AU] [First Installment] [Podfics!] [Ao3 Link]

[COVER ART BY THE FANTASTIC LITTLESMARTART]

Jin Zixuan: Do we want another question?

Qin Su: Sure, yeah, got one right here. 'When I was younger, I was really skinny and weak'--hey! Hey, now, negative body talk, much! That's super judgmental of yourself!

Mo Xuanyu: And of us people who are skinny and weak right now! [teasing] Right, Yao-gege?

Meng Yao: [calmly] I'm not affiliated with you.

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [cackles]

Qin Su: 'When I was a kid, I was really skinny and weak, so I made it my mission to get as jacked as possible so people would take me seriously. I put in a lot of hard work, changed my exercise routine and diet and it worked. But now, as an adult I'm a 6 foot 7 dude--'

Jin Zixuan: [incredulous] 6 foot 7 ?

Qin Su: Just a mountain of a man. '--6 foot 7 dude with serious muscle mass--'

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: [sotto voce] Good God .

Qin Su: '-- and a pretty intense resting face. I routinely make children cry just by existing and everyone shoots me nervous looks in the grocery store. It gets to me sometimes. I’m not a bad guy! I just look scary. What are some ways that I can make myself less intimidating?’

Mo Xuanyu: Huh.

Qin Su: I mean, let’s see...puppies are unintimidating. Can you devise a system where you carry a few around with you at all times? Maybe in some saddle bags, everywhere you go?

Mo Xuanyu: The movies, the gym, on dates… .

Jin Zixuan: Sure, until they start pissing down your legs. Then you’re not just unintimidating, you’re the guy no one wants to stand next to at the bus stop.

Meng Yao: I mean, it still does the job, doesn’t it?

Mo Xuanyu: You could get a butterfly tattoo, like, directly on your forehead.

Meng Yao: Okay, please explain to me your thought process on how exactly that would make anyone more approachable.

Qin Su: They still want to be able to navigate human society, A-Yu.

Mo Xuanyu: Ew, why?

Jin Zixuan: Let’s see...what makes someone approachable….Who is the least intimidating of all of us?

Qin Su: [immediately] You.

Meng Yao: [affirming] Mm.

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: [incredulous] What?

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: Oh yeah, you’re like...you’re like a poodle. Or a--

Jin Zixuan: [highly offended] Excuse me! I'm the oldest and definitely the tallest one here!

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [ill concealed snort]

[crosstalk] Qin Su: [pityingly] Oh, da- ge .

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: Or a golden retriever.

Qin Su: Please don't tell me you think that being tall translates into you actually being scary. You’re tallest by, like, 3 inches. At most, that’s just part of the equation of being scary.

Meng Yao: And the rest of Zixuan’s equation is just filled with collared polo shirts. Which absolutely tanks the intimidation ratio.

Mo Xuanyu: That doesn't tank yours, though.

Meng Yao: I wear button downs. It’s not the same. [Vaguely disgusted undertone] Collared polos.

Jin Zixuan: Excuse you, polos are weekend wear and there is nothing wrong-- I can be intimidating!

Qin Su: [doubtfully] Ehhhhh…

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [badly stifled snickers]

[crosstalk]Jin Zixuan: I can! Just because I’ve never had to intimidate you --

Qin Su: Let's just say; citation needed

Mo Xuanyu: Please, jiejie has you beat.

Jin Zixuan: [indignant] Wha--

[crosstalk] Qin Su: He's right, gege; an unopened jar of mayonnaise has you beat. And I'm no unopened jar of mayonnaise.

Mo Xuanyu: That shit is opened .

Meng Yao: That’s a Tinder profile quote.

Qin Su: What? 'Spicier than mayo?'

Mo Xuanyu: [half singing, half chanting] ‘My mayo brings all the boys to the yard, and they’re like-- [normal voice] this is really underwhelming.’

Meng Yao: [musing] ‘Saltier than soy sauce, spicier than mayo….’

Qin Su: Why do we always come back to food? Are our Skype calls haunted by starving Victorian ghost children? Are we possessed?

Mo Xuanyu: [mournful, high pitched, bad British accent] ‘My name is Bartholemew and I’m starving. Please, spare some mayo.’

Meng Yao: It’s your own fault if none of you bother to eat before we record. You all had the schedule.

Mo Xuanyu: [crunches loudly near mic]

Meng Yao: [falsely happy] Hey, thanks! Thank you so much, A-Yu, love the level spike on that one. Editing mouth noises out of our podcast makes my day brighter.

Jin Zixuan: [under his breath] Just...unbelievable….You all….

Qin Su: [smiling] I think we broke him.

Meng Yao: [laughing] Zixuan is limping behind the conversation indignantly, brandishing his cane….

Mo Xuanyu: [sympathetically] Awww.

Jin Zixuan: I--! I am a high powered businessman! I am trained in martial arts and archery and swordsmanship --

Mo Xuanyu: [mouth full] Oh please, gege, you’re a pod caster.

Jin Zixuan: [forcefully] I am a CEO--

[crosstalk] Qin Su: [ignoring him] I think Yao-gege is somehow the most and least intimidating out of all of us at the same time, if we're all being completely honest with ourselves and our place in the world.

Mo Xuanyu: Aww, I thought I was at least a contender!

Qin Su: Honey, you're feral. There's a difference.

Mo Xuanyu: What does a kid have to do around here to be intimidating?

Meng Yao: Learn how to chew with your mouth closed, for one.

Jin Zixuan: [indignantly] A-Yao? Are you not going to deny this?

[Brief silence]

Meng Yao: [calmly] I don't think I'm scary.

Qin Su & Mo Xuanyu: [instant uproarious laughter]

Jin Zixuan: Oh, come on! He's like...a little koala bear or something! How is that scary!

Meng Yao: [offended] Excuse me--

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [still laughing] I’m gonna pee --

Meng Yao: -- koalas have smooth brains and eat poisonous leaves all day. Are you calling me a poisonous idiot bear?

Qin Su: [wheezes] Only in private.

Mo Xuanyu: [laughter trailing off] Wait, wait, hold on. Don’t all koalas have chlamydia or something?

Qin Su: [renewed laughter]

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [startled laugh] What?

Mo Xuanyu: Chlamydia! I think that I read--!

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: Oh my god, I think I’ve actually heard that. The plague, the bubonic plague, isn’t it? Or that--Some sort of--that disease people used to get where bits of you fall off?

Qin Su: Beheadings?

Meng Yao: [voice strangled from laughter] Yes, A-Su, that ancient disease the French Revolution that all koalas have--

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: [snickering]

Mo Xuanyu: [loud and close to mic] LEPROSY .

[crosstalk] Qin Su: Ow--

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: Holy shit--

Mo Xuanyu: It’s leprosy and you’re thinking of armadillos, da-ge.

Jin Zixuan: [muttering] Aren’t we all….

Qin Su: [solemnly] Armadillos and guillotines. Every damn minute of every damn day.

Mo Xuanyu: And I googled it, I’m right; koala chlamydia is a problem.

Meng Yao: And we’ve just found the title of this episode.

Qin Su: If most koalas have chlamydia, I feel like they have other problems they have to deal with.

Mo Xuanyu: Those pesky, promiscuous koalas!

Qin Su: Get them some damn sex ed! Use those eucalyptus leaves for protection!

Meng Yao: [pleasantly] That’s just about the worst thing I’ve heard all day.

Mo Xuanyu: Eugh, that menthol, though. Like Vicks for your dicks!

Meng Yao: I hate it.

[crosstalk]Jin Zixuan: [pained] PSA: don’t do that. Ever.

Qin Su: The voice of experience?

Jin Zixuan: I don’t think you actually want an answer to that, meimei.

Meng Yao: You people make me hate learning and also knowing things.

Mo Xuanyu: Also I've been looking it up and mountain lions are the ones that can have the bubonic plague.

Meng Yao: Choose your fighter; chlamydia ridden koala, leprosy ridden armadillo, or mountain lion with the Black Death.

Qin Su: Well, at least the mountain lion could inflict some damage. Use it like a poison delivery system, like an anthrax letter to secretly infect people.

Meng Yao: [patient teacher tone] ‘A mountain lion is to an anthrax letter, like a koala is to a…?’

Qin Su: [mock frustration] Oh, man, I know this one….

Mo Xuanyu: 'I can't come into school today, I got attacked by a mountain lion.'

Qin Su: [acting concerned] 'Oh my God, are you okay? Are you gonna have scars?'

Mo Xuanyu: 'Worse. The Plague .'

Jin Zixuan: Okay, glad we got our animal infections all sorted out--back to what we were talking about. So, riddle me this--

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [delighted, Riddlemancer voice] Rrrriddle Me Piss, kids--!

[crosstalk] Meng Yao & Qin Su: NO!

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: Oh my god --

Mo Xuanyu: [laughing] I don't actually have anything today--

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: A blessing .

Mo Xuanyu: --but I'll get you next time.

Jin Zixuan: No, I need to know, genuinely, this is not a bit-- why do you think A-Yao scarier than me?

Qin Su: I mean, what's not scary about a smooth brained bear full of toxins and chlamydia?

Meng Yao: [disgruntled] Uh huh.

Mo Xuanyu: Technically, they’re not bears, they're marsupials! And I think Yao-gege is more of an armadillo--hard on the outside--

[slight crosstalk] Qin Su: --And full of leprosy on the inside.

Meng Yao: [further from mic, keyboard tapping] 'And to Mo Xuanyu...and Qin Su...I leave... absolutely nothing, except...this bag of dog shit and...spiders…..'

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [laughing]

[crosstalk] Qin Su: Awww, A-Yu, we're being written out of his will again!

Jin Zixuan: Listeners, am I wrong? Am I crazy? He’s the size of a toddler--

[slight crosstalk] Meng Yao: [still away from mic, keyboard tapping] ‘And to Jin Zixuan...I leave--’

Jin Zixuan: He looks like a sugar glider baby that got turned into a human man--

[slight crosstalk] Meng Yao: ‘This box...of useless...tetanus filled screws….’

Qin Su: Da-ge--

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: ‘--that i...encourage him to use…--’

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [snickering]

Meng Yao: ‘As acupuncture needles.’ There. Sent to the notary. Now, what were we talking about, again?

Qin Su: Da-ge, all those things might be true--

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [flatly] Wow.

Qin Su: But here’s a test. What would you do to someone picking on A-Yu in school?

Jin Zixuan: [immediate, sounding businesslike and slightly aggressive] I would contact their parents and set up a meeting with the school officials and make it very clear that they are never to do that again.

Qin Su: [grinning] Okay. Yao-gege, what would you do to someone picking on A-Yu in school?

Meng Yao: [calmly] Absolutely nothing you could prove in a court of law.

Mo Xuanyu: [bursts out laughing]

[crosstalk] Qin Su: I mean--

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: Uhhhh--

Qin Su: You see? Also-- [quick sing-song voice] 🎵 This is a joke, for legal reasons, this is a joke 🎵 [normal voice] He’s got that--that--

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [lingering laughter] Yeah, it's that menace. Da-ge, you’re like--you’re like if a duckling--okay, you remember when I brought you to Hot Topic? You were like a duckling at a Death Metal concert.

Jin Zixuan: [defensively] The music was so loud--

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [pityingly] Oh, Zixuan.

Qin Su: You're like if a golf course got turned into a human.

Meng Yao You're what would happen if you gave mac and cheese a social security card and keys to a lamborghini.

Jin Zixuan: [unamused] Okay.

Mo Xuanyu: [laughing] You're the lightly salted almonds of people.

Qin Su: You're like a wholesome Hallmark movie fucked the concept of the suburbs.

Jin Zixuan: [unamused] Sure. Sure.

Meng Yao: You emanate the peril of a box of lethargic kittens.

Jin Zixuan: Wow. My own family. This is coming from the physical manifestation of a My Chemical Romance song--

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [smug] You say that like it’s a bad thing.

Jin Zixuan: -- and the woman who cries at the Land Before Time every time she watches it. I think this is a case of glass houses, here. Let ye who are intimidating...

Qin Su: Oh, so we’re not roasting Yao-gege back?

Meng Yao: Not sure how me being compared to a STD riddled marsupial for about 5 minutes straight escaped your notice, A-Su, but alright.

Jin Zixuan: I feel that you are all being...heinously short sighted, here. Are you seriously trying to tell me that A-Yu is scarier than me, a full grown man?

Meng Yao: I would certainly be more warranted in my concern about him stabbing me than I would about you.

Mo Xuanyu: Oh my God, gege, that was like 5 years ago and I already said I was sorry--

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: [loudly] What--

[crosstalk] Qin Su: Did we actually help this person? I mean--

Mo Xuanyu: We always help, jiejie.

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: Hold on--

Qin Su: We learned a lot about exactly how disturbing the animal kingdom is, but….

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: No, go back--

[slight crosstalk] Meng Yao: Dress like a middle aged accountant, share minion memes on Facebook, and buy your son a puppy so you have an excuse to talk to the dog and not people. There you go. Done.

Jin Zixuan: No, rewind--Xuanyu, you stabbed our brother?

[brief silence]

Qin Su: [brightly] Well, that's going to do it for us today, folks--!

Jin Zixuan: A-Yu!

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: It was only a little!

Jin Zixuan: How can you stab someone a little ?!

[crosstalk] Qin Su: Thank you so much for listening in this week--

Jin Zixuan: With what ? Why?!

Mo Xuanyu: It honestly wasn’t that bad, he made it sound like--

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: That's not an answer --

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [begins laughing]

Jin Zixuan: A-Yao--!

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [still laughing]

Qin Su: [brightly] We hope you enjoyed our enlightening romp, here! We want to thank Sister Sledge for the use of the song We Are Family. A-Yu, how about that last Yahoo?

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [farther from mic, clearly grinning] Ohhh, boy.

Mo Xuanyu: Okay, okay--anonymous Yahoo Answers user asks….[exaggerated, desperate voice] ‘I can’t afford a freezer. Where do I put my deer meat?’

[Outro music begins quietly]

Qin Su: [laughs] I’m Qin Su.

Jin Zixuan: [sighs, disgruntled] I’m Jin Zixuan.

Meng Yao: [grinning] I’m Meng Yao.

Mo Xuanyu: [sheepish] I’m Mo Xuanyu.

Qin Su: And this has been My Brothers, My Sister, And Me! Thank you to everyone, see you next week and remember; send your trash dad straight to jail!

#my stuff #my fic #mbmsam #au #modern au #jgy #jzx #mxy #qs #text #ALSO THANK YOU LITTLE-SMARTASS FOR THE IDEA FOR THE THEME SONG I added that on the AO3 version because I FORGOT

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